WC:: 4+ OOC:: Not for long! 
Palaydrian was feeling a bit lazy today as she still lay in the bed she and Jiva had made within the den, a series of deer skins and rabbit pelts provided a cushion against the cool floor. Her mate had left her side some time ago, clearly concerned that she wasn’t up before him and already off at her garden. Her morning chores were usually tending to the thirsty plants and going to battle against the endless war the weeds waged on her little bit of Eden before helping out at the borders now that pack security was at an all time high. But she knew why she was a little off her game this morning, it was because she was expecting and had spent a good portion of the night gorging herself on forest squirrels and rabbits. She had cleaned herself off in the river before slipping back into the den and resting by her lover’s side in the dead of night, now the woman was simply exhausted, but enjoying the stolen moments of solitude within the pack den.
It seemed everyone had already gone about their business, the cicadas outside were the only thing she could hear, that was until she could hear the softest clicking sounds coming from the front entrance. The fae gave a low groan as the communal den filled up with child produced noises, bouncing off the back walls and echoing forward once more. It almost sounded like there were 10 pups or more playing in the den! I can sleep when I’m dead, she thought, picking herself up and giving her limbs a good stretch. She yawned tiredly and shook out her coat before making her way towards the source of the cacophony. Playfully, she called back with her own wordless melody, hoping to catch the unsuspecting pup unawares.
As her 4 limbs carried her closer to the mouth of the cave, her eyes became overwhelmed with light, but she searched for the noisemaker. It was Lena, an inkblot against the sky, as her eyes squinted against the bright light coming from the den entrance. Good Morning Little Voice, she called, a bemused smile spreading onto her blazed maw. The woman continued padding towards her as a realization dawned upon her, quickly followed by worry. Where’s your brother Cody? She asked, keeping the alarmed tone out of her voice as neither was rarely seen without the other. She’d be ready to sound an alarm if she suspected any foul play or he’d managed to wander off beyond watching eyes.
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