01-02-2010, 07:54 AM
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422 words, SSWM. pre-dated to 1/5. :] 
Two days. Two days old, and already so full of life, so healthy, so strong. Two days old, and already the tiny tan and gray creature had completely and thoroughly stolen Tokyo's elusive heart. There wasn't any real sense to it. Why now, with this child? Why hadn't these motherly instincts kicked in with her first litter? Every so fortunately, Tokyo had lots and lots of free time to contemplate these things. Her job was to keep this child warm, to keep food in his belly. Both were surely very important jobs, but neither took very much thought or active participation. It must have been the particular circumstances of the first litter. She was still a kid, then, really. So young and innocent to the ways of the world. Tokyo hadn't even figured out she was pregnant until Champ left her because of it. She had no idea what was happening with her body, no clue how to deal with it, and no support from anyone. At that time in her life, she hadn't even had the security of a home. Sure, she had carved out a den somewhere, but it was rather arbitrarily chosen and she wasn't familiar with the territory at all. Now.. she was in a pack. This cave near the sea was not just a den, it was a home. It held her belongings - her shiny trinkets, her beautiful clothing, her books on fairy tales. The father of this child was someone she looked up to and respected. She knew without a doubt that King would turn out wonderfully. The puppy at her side stirred, then nuzzled her side and began nursing. Tokyo's mind flitted back to the last time she had seen Cwmfen, before the woad-marked warrior had left the lands. They had talked about the importance of when puppies opened their eyes. Of how you could tell then, what their character would be. Tokyo was excited for her baby boy to get a look at the world, and to get a look at the wolf that he would become. Would his eyes be those of ice, like his mother? Electric blue, like his father? Or some random card flip of genetics, a shade of gold or brown or green? Whatever they were, she knew with complete certainty that they would hold a canny intelligence. With parents like his, what else could result? Her black tipped maw affectionately nuzzled the squirming child to his squeaks of protest as he attempted to gorge his chubby body on more milk. |