12-09-2008, 10:08 AM
Zana was beginning to become a handful as she'd become old enough to wobble and attempt to crawl. Now it seemed she took every chance she could to bring trouble to the Nuncio's world. Skylar had moved on from her apprenticeship duties and DaVinci was glad to see that she'd taken to watching over her grandmother, though he could tell that the elder was less than pleased to be restrained in more ways than one. He let them work it out though, since raising the small pup was enough for him at the moment.
Scooping up the little bundle of energy DaVinci gathered the small assortment of bottles he'd found in the city, something he'd been surprised to realize were intended to nurse human pups, after looking at the books that were arranged along the shelves of the store he'd visited. The whole place had been filled with odd contraptions and strange nests. He had taken what he thought he needed and after a few quickly learned mistakes with the help of Skylar and Deuce they'd figured out how to get the whole system to run smoothly. DaVinci had never milked a cow and the whole idea was rather strange to him, but oddly enough the beast was placid and allowed him to struggle once more at some new found skill that he hoped he wouldn't have to use again after this was all over with. By the time his mother's wounds along her ribs and chest would start to heal it was apparent that her milk supply would be gone as well.
DaVinci knew that Deuce was pregnant too, but Zana couldn't wait forever and Deuce would have her own to worry with. Thus, the male found himself as wetnurse to his own half-sibling and over time realized that his mother was drawing away from the lot of them. He could deposit Zana by her side for warmth when she was stretched out by the fire but the mother did little more than reach down and sniff the girl before turning away and closing her eyes again. The affection he'd seen towards the litter once was gone, the trama having thrown her into some world he couldn't follow.
He cast his eyes across the room to where his daughter and mother lay, a soft sigh escaping his lips as he filled the bottles with milk and capped them off, nestling the cold product in the blankets next to Zana before heading out the door and off to feed the lifestock. He had borders to patrol today and work himself to be done.. he hadn't realized just how much his mother had contributed to the lands until she'd turned away from the position of Matriarch brokenhearted.
Standing in the doorway to the barn DaVinci listened to the soft grinding of the animals content in their food as the warmth of their spicy scents filled the air. He didn't know why but over time the smell of the ranch, the seasoned hay, the odor of the cattle, the sweet grains.. it had become soothing to his heart and soul. The male moved to the pile of hay where Zana was working on attempting to escape, with a swift scoop of one paw he lifted her up and settled down where she'd been, laying the girl on his belly as he stared into her strange grey lilac eyes but said nothing.
Scooping up the little bundle of energy DaVinci gathered the small assortment of bottles he'd found in the city, something he'd been surprised to realize were intended to nurse human pups, after looking at the books that were arranged along the shelves of the store he'd visited. The whole place had been filled with odd contraptions and strange nests. He had taken what he thought he needed and after a few quickly learned mistakes with the help of Skylar and Deuce they'd figured out how to get the whole system to run smoothly. DaVinci had never milked a cow and the whole idea was rather strange to him, but oddly enough the beast was placid and allowed him to struggle once more at some new found skill that he hoped he wouldn't have to use again after this was all over with. By the time his mother's wounds along her ribs and chest would start to heal it was apparent that her milk supply would be gone as well.
DaVinci knew that Deuce was pregnant too, but Zana couldn't wait forever and Deuce would have her own to worry with. Thus, the male found himself as wetnurse to his own half-sibling and over time realized that his mother was drawing away from the lot of them. He could deposit Zana by her side for warmth when she was stretched out by the fire but the mother did little more than reach down and sniff the girl before turning away and closing her eyes again. The affection he'd seen towards the litter once was gone, the trama having thrown her into some world he couldn't follow.
He cast his eyes across the room to where his daughter and mother lay, a soft sigh escaping his lips as he filled the bottles with milk and capped them off, nestling the cold product in the blankets next to Zana before heading out the door and off to feed the lifestock. He had borders to patrol today and work himself to be done.. he hadn't realized just how much his mother had contributed to the lands until she'd turned away from the position of Matriarch brokenhearted.
Standing in the doorway to the barn DaVinci listened to the soft grinding of the animals content in their food as the warmth of their spicy scents filled the air. He didn't know why but over time the smell of the ranch, the seasoned hay, the odor of the cattle, the sweet grains.. it had become soothing to his heart and soul. The male moved to the pile of hay where Zana was working on attempting to escape, with a swift scoop of one paw he lifted her up and settled down where she'd been, laying the girl on his belly as he stared into her strange grey lilac eyes but said nothing.