He's so sweet. <3
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Fayne was working on the final touches of her den. The digging was now complete, but she added a few more homey touches to it. Things to make her feel more comfortable. Every few days she'd make a trip to the meadow to pick what was left of Summer's flowers and take them to her den. Now, she was sure the overwhelming aroma of flowers would flood from her den every she or another pack mate passed it. She also grabbed whatever she could find to nestle herself and her puppies into when they were born...if they made it. The thought lingered, threatening to ruin her happiness. But, she did her best to press it into the back of her mind and keep her hopes high for the future. Noah was helping her with that constantly being here for her, catching her food whenever she was hungry and patrolling to keep her safe. It was appreciated, but there was only so much one could do to ease such a pain as this. It was a fear that ran deep and caused paranoia in the silver wolf. She found herself waking up at night just to make sure her unborn pups were okay, sometimes staying awake for hours just to feel one simple kick.
The Delta was heading back from deer lake with an old towel that she'd found, cleaned out, and left to dry the day before. It would add onto her collection of old clothes, other towels, and grass she'd been piling up in her den. Now, the ground was covered with her collection making a comfortable and warm place to retreat to. She was proud of it and couldn't wait to share it with her loves. When she returned to her den, there were two surprises waiting there for her. Tharin, and a rather large pile of fish outside the mouth of her self made den. A large smile crossed her lips as she approached him, her tail swaying quickly behind her. She dropped the towel and walked up to he friend placing several licks on his muzzle while a happy whine poured from her maw. Tharin! Did you catch all of these fish?! Her eyes ran over them, her mouth watering. A large rumble threatened to arise from her gut to tell her she needed to eat. Fayne never realized how hungry she was until the food was before her and she would gladly eat as much as she could. It was one thing she could do to assure the health of her pups.
The silver Delta picked the towel up again and disappeared into the hole of her den. She placed it in a spot she thought was a bit bare and then emerged again with the same smile on her face. Fayne licked her lips and sniffed at the fish before looking bright eyed up to Tharin not wanting to be rude before she began to dig into the pile.
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