A day with Dad

Temo Wolfe · 02-11-2012, 12:02 PM

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It was a cold morning with frost on the branches and the grass underfoot. There was not a cloud in the sky and the sun was showing itself over the eastern horizon and sending it's warming rays between the houses and trees of the neighborhood around Jace and Temo's house. The birds were flitting about their business and singing spring songs.

As the sun rose over the neighboring houses, it's rays found Temo busy with preparing fire wood. There were a number of logs in the area that he had sawed into appropriately short lengths for the fireplace and now he was hauling the rounds and splitting them up and stacking onto the wood pile.

As he was chopping and stacking, he thought over some of the projects he was going to work on today. One of them was to get some pieces of siding and replace some cracked ones on the house. He had noticed that some had split on the south side of the house and he was waiting for a nice and dry day to work on it. He even had a can of tar that he had found a while back for sealing up the nails when he was done. There were a couple of other projects that he could get to if there was time after he got the house taken care of.

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Dalgina Wolfe-Denahlii · 02-11-2012, 12:21 PM

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Dalgina still didn't feel good. Her body ached and she sneezed, and the weather was so cold. The black pup couldn't feel the dry warmth of the beginnings of spring, her body huddled down in the nursery. That didn't mean she was going to remain still. Hearing her Papa nearby had Dalgina dragging out of the room. Battling how much she hurt Dalgina stepped outside. Her body shivered as the coldness of outside hit her. She wanted to be with Papa. Nothing was going to stop her.

Bravely the little pup worked her way through the grounds before finally reaching where Papa stood, stacking wood. A sneeze announced her presence, Dalgina's little tail wagging hopefully. Papa! Eagerly she bounded towards him, stumbling slightly in the snow before she reached his legs. She pawed at them happily, wanting up. Papa! I help! Dalgina could do that. She could drag sticks, like she had with Kiara when making a tree.

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Temo Wolfe · 02-16-2012, 11:48 AM

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The morning sun's rays were beating down on Temo as he was splitting the wood. The warming effects of the sun's rays felt good on the skin under his fur and it made him happy and glad that spring was on it's way. The thwack of the axe and crack of the wood reverberated around him as he swung the axe into the rounds of wood his ears could hear the birds in the area singing their morning songs as they were searching for their meal.

Temo was busy picking up and stacking the wood that he had split when he heard someone sneeze behind him. He turns around to find Dalgina ran towards him then started pawing at his legs. With a chuckle, he picks her up, How's my little girl this morning? he asked her as he ruffed up the the fur on the top of her head.

A look of thought that was closely followed by concern crossed his face and he asked his daughter, Shouldn't you be inside getting over your sickness, not running around outside in the cold? He chuckled as he remembered that he was no better when he had colds as a pup and would run off to play or search for books.

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Dalgina Wolfe-Denahlii · 02-16-2012, 12:08 PM

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Papa scooped Dalgina high into the air, bringing a joyful laugh from the tiny pup. His hand ruffled her head. It hurt a little, touching the sensitive spots near her ears, but she liked being with her papa too much to do more than flinch slightly. Happily she licked him, her tongue rasping over large calloused hands. Papa was so strong, though he was a lot less scary than Mahn when she was mad. Happy. She licked her nose, trying to clear the gunk away from it.

Papa's words had Dalgina shaking her head as quickly as she could. She had to stop pretty quickly, since it made her head hurt. No! I help! Her tail wagged happily as he laughed, assuring her that he would let her stay. Snuggled in his arms Dalgina twisted around, looking at the wood that Papa had piled up. It looked rather plain and boring. Remembering what Kiara had told her she looked at Papa. Is dead sticks? That was very important. They weren't supposed to take sticks that were still alive.

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Temo Wolfe · 02-21-2012, 01:48 AM

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He chuckled at feeling her tongue lick his hands and wondered what his hands taste like after handling the wood and what her reaction would be. He suspected that it would not be good as they most likely tasted like wood, sap, dirt, bugs, slugs, and just about anything else that creepy crawls on and under the wood along with the mold and fungus.

Well, Temo said to Dalgina with concern in his voice, If you insist and feel well enough to help, I would be happy to have you help me. he trailed off. Temo knew that being sick made one not feel well and run down. He figured that she will eventually get tired and go back in to rest

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Yes, the sticks are dead. It is best to use dead and dry wood for fire, there is less smoke, he explained. Then he pointed to another pile of wood separate from the others, That wood is recently dead and is not as good for burning in the fireplace, less heat and more smoke. We will use that next year after it has seasoned. He was not sure how much of his teachings will soak in, but he would be remiss in not passing on all he knew. Shall we finish stacking the wood? Temo asked Dalgina as he set her down and proceeded to stack the pile that was around the chopping block. There are other things to do today.

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Dalgina Wolfe-Denahlii · 02-21-2012, 07:26 PM

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Dalgina's tail wagged happily at his words. She would help, and Papa would be proud of her, and she'd get lots of snuggles! Forgetting that she was sick Dalgina squirmed around in his arms, eager to start. She stilled at her Papa's explanation, studying the wood curiously. The pile of recently dead sticks was confusing to the pup. She figured dead was dead, seeing no difference between new and old. Dalgina did her best to see the difference, her small snout moving as she took in deep breaths, trying to pick up the difference in smell. It was too difficult for her, the scents of the different kinds of trees blending together.

Dalgina was gently placed on the ground, and her tail wagged happily. It took a moment for her sick body to adjust to the cold touch of the olnayni again, but once that was over she felt ready to serve. Being asked what to do seemed pretty big for Dalgina. Eagerly she nodded her head, trotting proudly over to the stack of wood. Baring her teeth she grabbed one. It hurt to grip a little, but she tugged on it the best she could, over to the pile that Papa was making. She flopped over the stick, ignoring how it pricked her aches and watched Papa happily, hoping that he wouldn't notice that she wasn't feeling well.

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Temo Wolfe · 02-26-2012, 01:55 PM

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Temo smiled as his daughter started to help him stack the fire wood. It warmed his heart to see his children grow into loving, caring and hard working members of the pack. A moment of sadness went through him as he wondered if his parents thought him a failure as he did not really fit into his birth pack and eventually left. They have no idea what life he leads now and for all they know, he could have met his death during his travels.

An eye kept on Dalgina as he worked, Temo could tell that she was still not feeling well and that it did bother her a little to work. One of the things he was learning as a parent was when to be a parent and when to step back and let his young learn by doing and by making mistakes and when it is time for him to step in and be a parent.

It was difficult learning how to be a good parent, he made mistakes all the time but he hoped that with Jace's help along with others in the pack that in the end, everything will balance out and his children will grow into good and caring adults. Temo continued stacking the wood while keeping an eye on his daughter and pondered over his next project.

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Dalgina Wolfe-Denahlii · 02-26-2012, 02:44 PM

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After a short rest Dalgina managed to grab another stick and drag it over to the pile. Her tail thumped happily as the number of sticks that were going to be be added to the pile shrunk down to almost none. Soon Papa would be finished and she could play with him, or listen to his stories, or if she was really lucky Papa would help her make something pretty, like the tree carving she had. It didn't look like much anymore, dragged around by the puppy with teeth marks all over it. She kept it tucked in the nursery until she decided it was time to show off, and luckily had managed to not lose it.

Dalgina grabbed the last stick from the pile, and pulled it over with as much effort as she could. Dalgina only managed to get half way before her sick body decided it was done with the abuse. Dalgina collapsed into the snow, shivering in the cold. She nudged at the stick with her nose, trying to get it the rest of the way. Sneezing Dalgina's eyes watered. Suddenly Dalgina felt much worse than before, and wanted to get warm, close to her talnala.

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Temo Wolfe · 02-28-2012, 02:08 AM

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Temo went back to work and quickly stacked the wood grabbing the large pieces and leaving the smaller ones for Dalgina to help with. His muzzle had a bit of a smile on it from her wanting to help despite the illness, but his dark eyes reflected his concern for his daughter. Without looking like he was watching her, he kept his eyes on her as she worked. He could tell that she was still not feeling well and was slowing down, but he did not say anything to her as he knew that his stubbornness had been passed on to her.

When he saw her collapse in a cold and tired heap on the ground, Temo scooped her up into his arms along with the last piece of wood that she had attempted to carry, and placed it onto the stack of fire wood. He could feel her shivering against him as he held Dalgina against his chest to help warm her and he carried her back into the house. Once back in the warmer house, he tossed a couple of sticks of wood onto the fire and sat down on the sofa holding his sick daughter in his arms.

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