Mornings are pink

[Dawali Amara]

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Jada masa! Litt pp for å få d unna litt raskare, kan forandra d vis du vil. Word count: 551 The girl seemed to go through two, or three emotions in quick succession, when his deep voice sounded her name, finally. Her tail moved as if it was going through a process of its own, not exactly dancing, more like dashing from side to side, racing itself. First she looked at him with an odd face, quizzical, but as soon as she heard her name aloud it changed. Gone was the hyper-active child, however, for now she sat down, seeming proud - although it seemed she was only able to stay that way a moment. Then she changed again, suddenly shy, before she remembered her current problem: Toefur and his lack of warmth. Perhaps her excessive energy took over, because soon she was urging him to find a solution to this problem, after all he was Dawareee, yes? The male chuckled, and lifted the girl into the air again. The tiny legs of hers looked a little bit silly when they did not have anything to stand on, but that was the way of the puppy. Soon the little girl had been placed on the ground again, along with her pink friend (or son, to be precise), and Dawali stood up, his tall form raving above her like some giant. I know just the thing, little miss. Out of his pouch came two dead rabbits, clasped in his red and white hand. He'd brought them for the little family whose mother was so busy caring for four children alone, that she barely had time to hunt. Cooked rabbits were tastier than raw, and easier to eat for the little girls and boys anyway. Putting them onto the ground next to the furball and her pink friend, he let his eyes fall to the ground, quickly spotting a suitable twig. Picking it up, he spoke to the child, showing it to her. I think we should make a little fire. Fires can make Toefur very nice and warm! Can you be a good Noir and see if you can collect little twigs like this one, for Dawali? Not waiting for an answer, he unhooked the flint stones from his belt, placed them on the ground, and took a few steps towards the tree nearby, searching for suitable burning wood. Soon the male had gathered a handful of larger and smaller pieces, some for the actual fire, and some for the lighting process. Kneeling, Dawali made a hole in the snow before him, at a good distance from both the tree and the den, and put the wood in it to form a type of fire that lives long without much maintenance. The bottom was larger pieces of wood, and building a square of them, he also filled the middle with a little pyramid of wood pieces. In the pyramid's center the red wolf placed pieces of poor-quality dried rope, and a lot of twigs, and some bark. Then, deftly using the two rocks he always carried with him, he soon threw sparks at the easily flammable centerpiece. His eyes were focused on his task, but his voice spoke gently to the child, urging her to help him make the fire. If you want, you can blow air on the sparks when they land on the wood. It makes it warm and nice.

Awesome sexy table and avatar by Kat!

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