Mornings are pink

[Dawali Amara]

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Word count: 474 A ball of brown, for that was what she looked like with her little limbs sticking out from a body which was covered in a mass of fluffy fur, displayed unchallenged joy at his lifting her up, and Dawali was tempted to keep her hanging in the air with her feet dangling. Her face was twisted into an image of pure bliss, and with such joy as no grown person could ever display, he was certain. There was something about he child's lack of fear of being judged, that grown ups often carried with them as a burden, that somehow made sure that no matter the grimace the children put up, they would still be considered charming and cute by the older members of the tribe. She looked strange, as if the muscles of her face could not exactly create the expression she wished, but were strained under the confinement of fur and physical laws. A tiny tail wagged at extreme speed behind that round bum of hers, and Dawali chuckled as he put her down on his knee again, feeling her little claws dig into the red fur for stability. She was charming, indeed! A few moments later, once she had taken in his suggestion and seen what he had done with the blanket, she bounced clumsily off his lap and just as clumsily managed to drag the toy into the "bed" he had made for it. He didn't help her, for several reasons. For one she might not appreciate him touching the toy, and also she would probably benefit more from just doing it herself than him doing it for her. Some things were nice to help kids with, but whenever they had the ability to do something for themselves they should be allowed to do so without interference. Once the toy was in place she - too - took place in the warm hollow made from his lap and a blanket, and curled herself into a comfortable position. Her body seemed to become drowsy, tail wagging more slowly and her eyes closed. Dawali was fooled, right until a little eye opened up to check on whether he was giving her full attention. As soon as it was closed the wolf smiled, amused and still looking at her, until her face suddenly became that mask of joy again, bouncing at him from the world of "sleep". Her tail flew this way and that again, as eagerly as it had before. The red wolf let his head move backwards in pretense surprise, as he was startled at her sudden movements. Hadn't she just been sleeping? Oh no! The girl had tricked him! What a smart little girl. Why, I thought you were sleeping, missy! One red-furred finger reached out and poked her little tummy as he chuckled. Aren't you a little joker!

Awesome sexy table and avatar by Kat!

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