500+ The little child pushed and pushed, but the visitor had not yet let go of the blanket. Confusion was about to enter her head when he laid a very large hand on her paw. She cocked her head in instant puzzlement, and then let her baby eyes take in how tiny her paw was compared to the man’s. She did not see his size as unnatural, because wolves grew up and became larger and larger the older they became. When Noir had lived hundreds of days she would be as tall as the trees that surrounded her. There was no doubt in the child’s mind. He wanted her to let go of the blanket. Why? Was it not a gift in exchange for Noir’s hospitality? Her jaws slackened the grip of the thick blanket, but for a moment a tooth seemed stuck, and she banged her head into him when she shook her head to get it loose. Her eyes moved to the face of the man while she silently questioned him. The possibility that the male might have no interest to play along with her did not exist. At her age, everything circled around Noir and her family. The thought that there were more important matters was not yet possible to grasp for the little child. She pointed her ears forwards at him and kept the oversized smile on her lips. He started to talk to her, and she sighed silently, relieved that she had been right about the blanket being a present for her and Toefur. The big man was so very smart with his smart words.
With a poorly suppressed squeal, she removed her paws from the larger wolf and ran over to Toefur. Her son had eaten too much and it was time to go to bed. Oh, how the time seemed to fly. She grabbed hold of the plushie’s soft arm and began to drag him towards the visitor. Toefur was heavy (he had eaten too much), so the little child panted while she slowly dragged him over to the adult. She had a worry though, because she had noticed that Toefur always got cold when he was left all alone. No matter how many blankets she put on him when the family was going out, he was always cold when she came back. When Toefur and Noir was back with the man, she crawled up on his leg again and started to pound on his belly with her tiny and tan paws. She stumbled slightly and spent a moment or two clinging to his leg so to not fall off before she started to aim for his belly again. ”Toefur sleeps has with vistor, or it is has cold so cold.” If the visitor slept next to Toefur, then the octopus would not freeze and be cold. The other wolf must have travelled very far to come visit, so he was probably very tired after the long journey. ”Tired”, she explained, and continued on with her attempt to push the male to the ground by pawing his middle floor. |
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