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300+ I'm a terrible person for making you wait.
!Life was great. Everything was finally looking up for her; she had retrieved both of the missing pups and brought them home. The puppy sitter took great pride in such an achievement. A little over a week ago, Alexey had briefly considered resigning as the pack’s caregiver. She’d nearly given up hope on finding the little ones. Had she not located them when she did, lord only knows what would’ve happened. But that was history; they were now safe and sound. It was little saddening to see how Emwe often referred to her as “the angry lady” though. Yes, she’d lashed out at his so-called kidnapper, but it had been necessary. In no way was her anger directed toward the pudgy child. She would have to explain that to him someday. Maybe when he got older.
As for Conor, well; he’d nearly died in her arms. Just the thought of it made her shudder uncontrollably. At least she didn’t have to wonder what he thought of her. They were basically glued together. Lexey spent most of her time with him, out of fear that he might disappear again. His father, the pack’s Lilllium, did not seem to appreciate her constant presence all that much. But then again, what he thought mattered little to the small femme.
She’d heard rumors of new puppies taking up residence with Cercelee and her mate. It pleased her to see the Rosea with a family of her own now. Finding five puppies at her doorstep probably hadn’t been part of her plan, but the leader seemed to be handling it like a pro. And of course, Alexey was there to help take care of them should Cercelee ever become overwhelmed.
The Ceriser was on her way home when she came across a little fur ball; one she hadn’t seen before. Cercelee and Slay’s scents clung to his pelt like a sweet perfume, making it easy to know who his guardians were. He was one of the new pups. A foreign language passed the child’s lips, followed by what she assumed to be the English translation of what he’d just said. “Yes, the moon is very beautiful.” she confirmed as she caught up with him. “I’m Alexey. What’s your name?’