05-03-2009, 03:41 PM
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Lubomir blinked. He kept on blinking as the pup skidded around and ended up on her back in front of him. Uh, she was sure silly for a spy. Unless she was just a distraction. At the thought, he quickly looked around, but there was nothing and no one. The white male could only shrug and look back down, just in time to see her circling him. He had very little experience with young ones, mostly from his sister being fiercely protective of her children in the first few weeks and him now having fathered any of his own. His thoughts turned back to the missing boys. But now was not the time to mope. His ears had finally picked up on the child's words. Sadira? His angel was a Sadira. Who did this puppy belong to, exactly. Little one, little Catharsis. I am Lubomir Varg. Who is your mum? What's happened to you? The more he concentrated on the scent, the clearer it became that this one belonged to Dahlia. He could smell Cercelee on her. Had the Rosea had pups?
No, no, surely she would have alerted everyone at the pack meeting. And this young one was much too old to have been born recently. Lubomir was becoming more and more flustered. What exactly was this girl up to? A Sadira and member of Dahlia. Fine. But who did she belong to? He tried to rack his brains. The pack was so big these days that it was hard to tell where one member started the chain and the last closed it. It was getting closer to a mob than to a family. Her greeting made him smile and he could honestly say that it was the first smile in a long time. Who was this young girl? You did well, yes. But a simple hello would have been even better. You shouldn't repeat everything I say. Lubomir got a closer look at the child. Hey, come here, what happened to your eye? Would anyone see to her?
Anxiously, he looked around again. Should he call for Cercelee? Or Haku? No, the sight of a child might anger the leader. Perhaps Cwmfen would be better. Lubomir wasn't sure how the warrior handled children, but there was no doubt that she might be better suited. He looked down at the pup again. Who could she belong to? The question nagged at him and for all that he wanted to call out for the Adonis, he decided instead to wait and see. Perhaps the child would explain the situation better and there would be no need for the leaders to come.
Lubomir blinked. He kept on blinking as the pup skidded around and ended up on her back in front of him. Uh, she was sure silly for a spy. Unless she was just a distraction. At the thought, he quickly looked around, but there was nothing and no one. The white male could only shrug and look back down, just in time to see her circling him. He had very little experience with young ones, mostly from his sister being fiercely protective of her children in the first few weeks and him now having fathered any of his own. His thoughts turned back to the missing boys. But now was not the time to mope. His ears had finally picked up on the child's words. Sadira? His angel was a Sadira. Who did this puppy belong to, exactly. Little one, little Catharsis. I am Lubomir Varg. Who is your mum? What's happened to you? The more he concentrated on the scent, the clearer it became that this one belonged to Dahlia. He could smell Cercelee on her. Had the Rosea had pups?
No, no, surely she would have alerted everyone at the pack meeting. And this young one was much too old to have been born recently. Lubomir was becoming more and more flustered. What exactly was this girl up to? A Sadira and member of Dahlia. Fine. But who did she belong to? He tried to rack his brains. The pack was so big these days that it was hard to tell where one member started the chain and the last closed it. It was getting closer to a mob than to a family. Her greeting made him smile and he could honestly say that it was the first smile in a long time. Who was this young girl? You did well, yes. But a simple hello would have been even better. You shouldn't repeat everything I say. Lubomir got a closer look at the child. Hey, come here, what happened to your eye? Would anyone see to her?
Anxiously, he looked around again. Should he call for Cercelee? Or Haku? No, the sight of a child might anger the leader. Perhaps Cwmfen would be better. Lubomir wasn't sure how the warrior handled children, but there was no doubt that she might be better suited. He looked down at the pup again. Who could she belong to? The question nagged at him and for all that he wanted to call out for the Adonis, he decided instead to wait and see. Perhaps the child would explain the situation better and there would be no need for the leaders to come.