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Although she had offered a blanket, she hadn't realized the girl would have to either come up to get it, or Mew would have to move outside to bring it. Her legs were weary and she'd rather not leave the pups, but she wasn't sure how she felt about the muddy kid coming in here with the newborns either. Realizing she was being silly, she nodded and called down to the girl. It would be better if she came in. "Sure, the door is just below where I'm standing now, take the stairs to the left, up, and we're in the bigger room." The three small ones stirred behind her, and now she moved away from the window ad over to them, poking them every so often with her nose. She could shift again now, but she stayed on four legs for the time being. It fit better, when they were in that form, too. Right now though, it would probably have been handy with hands, for the blanket was high up and impossible for her to reach in this form. That is, for the non-creative kind of wolf. With a broom between her teeth she poked it down from its high resting place; it landed with a soft, but heavy thud. It was one of the few ones she had left after her birth: Hanna had used many of her blankets to soak up the blood in the process. They had thrown them away far from here, to rid themselves of the stench that would no doubt manifest itself in them when they were left lying around. The broom was placed back where it stood before, and Mew trotted over to sit by the litter. She was much too protective of them (she didn't have anything to fear in this situation, after all, it was a young girl, and a packmember, too, that was coming up - not Gabriel de le Poer), but one could not expect less from her, considering her losses in life. Still, her mood today was pleasantly lifted - it was a good morning, and her children were beautiful in the morning light. |
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