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Gotham knew that the rain would come soon, so he was appreciating the hot sun while he could. His pink tongue protruded from his mouth as he trotted across the lawn, eyeing a particularly brilliant patch of colors not too far away. Somehow, the patchwork quilt of flowers had never caught his attention before, but with the sun brighter than it had been in a while they stood out even more than usual. Gotham wouldn't admit that he liked flowers, because they were girly, but he did like the little creatures that hung around them. The season for pollination was almost over, but a few bumblebees continued to make rounds through the garden. The boy liked the sounds they made as they traipsed around, bzzzz. He liked the things that lived in the soil, too, centipedes and rolly-pollies.
Reaching the garden, he patrolled its edges, giving each plant a good stare as he passed it by. All the dirt loving creatures had scuttled into the dirt to hide from the sun, and the butterflies and bumblebees were floating deeper in the garden. But, there was one creature that wasn't hiding from Gotham's royal eyes. It was a little green caterpillar, munching on the edge of one of the leaves. The boy stopped immediately, turned to face it, and sat down. He didn't say a word, intrigued by the way the little insect's antennae wiggled as it chewed tiny pieces of the leaf. It seemed to be enjoying his meal quite a bit, and Gotham thought, If it's good enough for the caterpillar, then... Tentatively, he stuck out his neck to reach for a leaf adjacent to the one the bug was munching on. His paws stayed in the same spot, and though he could barely reach the leaf he didn't budge them. He felt almost a little like he was doing something wrong, his ears folded back sheepishly as he nibbled the edge of a leaf with his tiny baby teeth. He was shredding the leaf a little, but couldn't taste what he was eating, so he shuffled his front paws forward the slightest bit to take a bigger bite. The leaf was surprisingly resilient, and Gotham thought that the caterpillar must be really strong to bite it off! The ebony boy could think of only one solution; he craned his neck as far forward as he could make it go, and put the entire leaf in his mouth. It itched his tongue, but he ignored the feeling, intent on discovering what it was like to be a caterpillar.
There was something preventing him from biting it off, though, a sudden thought. This was an entire leaf he was taking from whatever bugs might want to eat it, and bugs were his friends. Gotham didn't need to eat the leaves, but all the little insects did! It didn't seem fair for him to take it. He continued to think through these thoughts, his eyebrows furrowing with disappointment in his lack of foresight, worried about how the little bug parents would feed their little bug babies. The leaf, in the meantime, remained almost unharmed, though drowning in saliva, in his mouth. Though the tension the puppy had created was pulling the flower toward him a little, the caterpillar continued to munch happily. Gotham remained fixed with indecision.
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It was a pleasant day, but the standard of pleasant had changed since the transition from spring to summer. Pleasant once held a certain honor, it meant sky the color of her mother’s eyes, a breeze that she could describe as the lavender, color some say of her own gaze. Soft, subtle and just cool enough to kick the heat that lingered of the edges of her fur. Pleasant was clear light air, green grass that was dry sweet to the nose. Now, pleasant was all the things that the day wasn’t. it wasn’t raining, it wasn’t humid. There weren’t any clouds that clung low to the earth and created a hot fog that one needed to walk through. That was what Mati could call pleasant… It wasn’t gray.
To take advantage of the absence of gray the female would ask for a subject. She did this often, especially with the nature that surrounded the Manor. The young woman would seek out the beauty that was hidden in the world surrounding her and sit quietly and just simply ask. It wasn’t always audible, but the question was there. Her eyes would take in the shape of it, and her mind connected to hand wrapped around pencil would know if there was rejection of acceptance. If it agreed, she would draw, and the picture of her subject would come alive. But, if it said no her mind would not be able to work with the hand and pencil and the picture that came forth would look nothing like the thing she sat before. Not every subject would agree, no matter how hard she tried or how persistent she would be.
She took to the garden, for flowers were easy going and agreeable. They liked her company, and their colors were like candy to the fey’s artistic eye. They were better then the sunsets, better then the fall leaves of her puphood. Notepad in hand, pencils and Ambrose in her satchel the brown hued wolfess walked towards the garden and noticed a scent that was very familiar. Curious, and scepical the female walked slowly towards the garden, her eyes searching beyond the colors that they so desperately wanted to visit and study. Instead they looked for the dark. What they found was a sight the made the girl yell. “Gotham!” The little male wolf sat with a plant in his mouth, and Mati couldn’t understand why. “Out. Right now.” Her voice was lower, and she walked calmly up the little beast and looked at him with a hard gaze.
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Gotham was so caught up in uncertainty that he sat there motionless, the feeling of the rough underbelly of the leaf on his tongue becoming less and less pleasant. His mind raced with thoughts. He did, so badly, want to know what it was like to eat these leaves, but then again, would he be depriving the poor hungry caterpillar? The little green guy seemed pretty content munching away on his own large leaf, but what if he had little babies that had to eat, too? It wouldn't be very nice if the caterpillar ate a deer, because then the wolves and their little puppies (like Gotham and his sisters!) might be hungry. He could not come to a solid resolution, though, and he merely sat.
As if his thoughts weren't worried enough, he could hear someone coming. He froze in his spot, his body more still than it had likely ever been. Perhaps they wouldn't spot him, and he wouldn't have to explain his dilemma. What if they thought he was horrible and selfish for wanting to take one of the leaves? How could he explain that he was about to change his mind, when he still had the entire leaf in his mouth? His brows furrowed, making little wrinkles in his forehead, and he kept all his muscles tight in an attempt to prevent his body from moving.
His fears were realized when someone — he recognized her voice as Mati's — called out his name and scolded him. He sulked a little, head lowered and ears folded back, and regretfully opened his mouth to let the leaf go. The plant swayed back to its natural resting position and Gotham's eyes turned immediately to the ground in front of Mati's feet. He didn't want to look back to the caterpillar, because he wanted to show Mati that he was sorry, but the boy was frightened that his little insect friend had been flung off the plant when it recoiled.
After a moment of sullen silence, Gotham mumbled, as if Mati had any clue what was on his mind, "Yew're right, Mati. He might need that leafs to feed his little pups." At last, his impossible moral decision had been made for him. The leaf was a little sticky with his saliva, but the warm sun would dry that off and the baby caterpillars would have a fine meal. Gotham felt incurably guilty that he had not made this decision himself, and that he had actually considered stealing the food from his little friend.
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Mati let the sketch pad drop from her hand, though the bag remained over her shoulder. Her purple eyes looked down at the little pup, who wasn’t exactly little anymore. They were getting bigger by the day, it seemed. They were still the little ones in her eyes, but not the plump bodies with little clumsy legs. Ear grew so large they just about gained sonar abilities, paws like saucers beneath a tea cup and when their legs would sprout they might as well be on stilts. Mati could remember, she had yet to venture too far from that phase in her life to forget or let the memories blur into one.
In honest she would have liked to watch the young boy, to see what he was planning on doing with the leaf that was held captive in his mouth. She loved to just watch them, see what they might be imagining or what game they had created. She was a Captain among the adults of her pack, a high officer, and needed to act like it. It was sad but Mati could no loner go off and play with secret friends that no one else saw, or act out scenes from a play she was reading or chase after her brother. She could play, yes, but only when she was playing with the puppies. Sometimes even her art got in the way of her responsibilities of hunting and patrols.
Taking her bag from her shoulder the woman placed it gently on the ground. Ambrose was inside and she would rather not let him be stabbed by one of the many pencils. He spoke, and she could not truly understand what he said, his small voice and the mumble that he gave confused the adult. She lowered her large form to the ground, a knee in the soft dirt. A smile graced her maw. She found that she held love for the little wolf, too great to allow him to eat a leaf from a garden that her mother tended, though displeasing Anu was not her greatest fear. She did not allow herself to watch and enjoy is adventures because not all plants were safe for little wolves.
“Little pups? Who’s Gotham?” She asked with an innocent tone. Lavender eyes looked at his face, her smile sweet and hoping to rectify the scolding that she had placed on him.
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The pup felt a little comforted when Mati kneeled in front of him, and though he continued to point his nose towards her feet he let his blue eyes look up to hers. He saw a softness there, and his guilt faded a little, replaced by the need to explain the plight of his caterpillar friend. Gotham hoped dearly that the caterpillar and its children would have enough to eat, and somehow the female's voice made the worry disappear a little. He didn't know what to call the caterpillar, though, not knowing what type of creature it was, and he searched for a name. It took him just a couple of moments to find one that seemed completely suitable. "Mister Green's," he said softly, bringing his head up completely.
Gotham took the opportunity to look back at the plant that Mister Green had been munching on, and was very relieved that he was still there, happily chewing away. The boy gave a little nod of his head to show to Mati who exactly Mister Green was, and then he gave a gentle, almost remorseful smile to the little thing. The leaf that was previously in his mouth looked almost as good as new, now, besides a little wear at the edges. Gotham was glad that he hadn't done any serious damage, but still regretted his inability to make a decision that had seemed so clear and obvious to Mati. It was very evident to him that all adults were omniscient, and so of course the older female knew exactly what was going on. This didn't stop the pup from pointing Mister Green out, anyway, as it was polite to pretend that the adults didn't know everything, just as they did.
After watching the caterpillar eat for a couple of seconds, the black wolf turned his gaze back to the amethyst-eyed female. This time, he had a placated smile on his lips. "Bud I think deh leafs what I was gonna eat is gonna to be okay for his pups to eat." He raised his eyebrows a little at Mati, hoping both that what he said was true and that she would forgive him for being so misguided.
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The young woman was slightly perplexed by the Petty Officer’s thoughts. No one else had pups, not in this pack and yet she wondered if he spoke of another creature. Were there little rabbit babes that had found their way into the garden. At the scent of the wolf tended landscape many of the small mammals had found other places to hide and multiply. But the creatues of many legs and antennae had kept the wolf-saturated areas. They were not deterred by their presence, and when Gotham spoke again the Church girl know of what he spoke of.
Blue eyes looked away, his head turning, and Mati followed his gaze. She smiled then, seeing the small caterpillar that the boy had become friends with. He inched his way across the leaf, and for a moment Mati followed his actions as the pup did. Did he know that Mr. Green would turn into a butterfly? She wondered as she watched the miniature beast. He was doing a far job at destroying her mother’s flower. It was loosing leaves by the hour, and it took everything in Mati not to “relocate” Mr. Green with a flick of her finger. It was her first instinct, but she didn’t want to upset the wolf pup and let the little bug have another day to live.
“Mr Green looks like he is getting ready for the big change.” Mati commented as she knelt beside the little wolf and watched him eat. The little thing did seem hungry, and the more she watched the bigger the spot in her heart for little insects became. The wolfess had never been one for bugs, but for other mammals. Ambrose had bug his way out of her bag, certainly annoyed that he had never been released. Slowly, as hedgehogs moved, the little beast made his way towards them with a silence that he was known for. Even Mati didn’t notice his approach, as slow and lazy as it was
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Unlike his sisters, Gotham didn't know that every single butterfly used to be a caterpillar. He had seen the little guy that Cambria had in a jar, and watched with interest, but in all the world he never would have guessed that something like that would somehow sprout wings and fly with such grace. You couldn't just grow wings, of course! That was just silly. If Gotham believed something like that, he would already have made himself grow his own pair. The very idea was just too ridiculous. Things with wings were born with wings, and the caterpillars stayed their whole lives with their little legs and their crawling and what not, just like centipedes. Maybe it was a little sad, to always be stuck on the ground, but it was the truth. Gotham would not believe anything else. The very idea was just too fantastical.
He had absolutely no clue what Mati meant when she spoke, though, and he began to think of changes that she might mean. Maybe his wife was going to have more babies. Gotham knew that that was a big change. The way that Mati had said it sounded important, as if it should be spelled The Big Change, suggesting that maybe this was a universal thing, or at least something very very important. Maybe she meant the seasons. The boy was starting to see these changes in some of the plants, already. What did this have to do with Mr Green, though? Maybe there was something special that was going to happen, something really exciting. Oh, the little pup thought so hard that smoke might have been coming out of his ears. He stared at the caterpillar sternly, as if hoping it would cause him to give up the secrets of The Big Change. Right now he felt as if the whole world knew something that he didn't. He didn't want to just ask Mati what it was straight away, because he was getting to be a big boy and he should know things like this! Instead, he stewed silently.
Try as he might, he could not think of what she might mean, and he had spent enough time trying. Not moving his eyes from his little friend, he asked softly, "What big change?"
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The young woman held a sudden urge to pull her sketch pad off the ground, feel its weight in her hands and take the sight of the caterpillar and place onto paper. It had an interesting figure, if one looked hard enough, and even its colors were extraordinary. She had never been one for bugs, but with the thought that the little thing would someday be a butterfly, and the way its green color blended Mati was beginning to appreciate it just as she did the rest of nature. It would be a wonderful painting. The figure of a caterpillar, upon a leaf and eating ten times its weight. And then in the sky, just beyond the plant a butterfly would be resting on the wind, fluttering and its wings weightless and holding more colorful then anything else on the canvas. She could see it, and knew that it would let her make it a painting. Her subjects would cooperate, Mati knew it.
Purple eyes looked to the pup, a smile on her maw. Maybe a small black wolf pup would grace the corner, eyeing the leave with a hunger in a blue gaze. “The change, “ Mati began. Her mind went to it, and instead of just picking from her thought Mati spoke. “is something like growing up. A caterpillar is born, small and green. She placed two fingers about three inches apart to show just how small. Then he eats and eats, and builds himself a small, cozy home. And inside he grows wings. The wolfess paused, eyeing the little creature and thinking of change. And when he is ready, he leaves his little house and he is a butterfly. No more the color of leaves, but any color. Scientific, no, but fairly accurate. She gave a soft smile and looked at his face. It was then that they would breed, lay eggs and begin the cycle anew. They were beautiful creatures, and more so when they received their wings.
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When wolves grew up, they did not sprout wings and fly away. Gotham knew this because his mama and papa were still around, and they were grown up. The story that Mati was telling didn't sound like growing up at all, and how in the world could a caterpillar build a house? Wolves and humans could build houses because they had hands, and birds could build nests because they had beaks to hold the sticks, but caterpillars just had tiny wiggly arms and an itty bitty mouth. The story just didn't seem right, and as the pup stared at his little friend his brows were furrowed in disbelief. Mister Green, as much as he might like to be, would never be a butterfly. Butterflies must be born like birds, with their wings already on even if they don't know how to use them. And why would the caterpillar have to go inside a house to grow its wings? This story, frankly, was completely made up! Mati was either trying to sound smarter than she was by saying something so strange, or she was trying to see how gullible he was. And he, Gotham, was not gullible!
For a moment he stared at the caterpillar some more, wanting to ensure he was completely sure that Mati was being silly before calling her out on it. It was clear, though, Mister Green would simply never be a butterfly! Gotham swung his head back to Mati, his narrowed eyes meeting hers. His eyes glared at her in disbelief, but on his maw there was the slightest of smiles. He yipped playfully, "Yer a-lyin' to me!" Perhaps this was a good move by Mati, to tell the pup something ridiculous to make sure that he could think for himself. Well, Gotham was no sheep! He would not buy into this caterpillar-butterfly conspiracy. That would just be silly. If Mati had wanted him to develop his own critical thinking skills, she should have started off with something less obviously false. He was onto her little game, now, and would think hard about anything that she told him in the future!
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The young boy seemed to have gears turning in his mind, and Mati could only imagine what he might be thinking. A pups make-believe world was far from what her’s had become with age, and Mati still held a very vast imagination. It intertwined with her creativity and could be seem in her paintings. It was immature to be scampering off with unseen friends, but she could still express the urge in a different way. She followed his gaze, soft lavender eyes looking at the bug as he did. She wore an easy smile, thinking of the butterfly it would become. Its beauty, its light fluttering passed her window...
His voice rang, high and forcing its way into her ears. Eyes moved back to the male’s face. A look of distrust and disbelief was written very clearly. “Lying?” Mati would never do so, and her first response was shock and surprise. Never… oh, well there had been that one time she had told him his face would stay skewed in he held it there too long in some crazy face. But the young wolfess wasn’t lying now! She closed her mouth, regaining the composure one of her age should show and looking back to the pup with a more sophisticated, and educated tone. “I would never.” She looked at him smugly, and then as she watched him the angry façade loosened and fall away.
“Its true Gotham.” her voice was softer now, settling on the fact that he was just misunderstanding. She hadn’t shown him everything… and she found that he was sharp. Now allowing her to tell such a fantastical story of the miracle of nature without visible evidence was something only the quick of mind did. “Let me see if I can explain...” She said with an idle thought. The woman rose, walking slowly through the garden. It was wonderfully maintained, but she was sure her mother would allow the sleeping pods of future butterflies to rest in her garden.
She found one, just as she was about to pass it. Turning around Mati stood in front of it, looking down and smiling. Motioning the pup over she examined the cocoon "This, is his house.” Brought eyes looked at the little pup, wound he believe her now?
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Gotham was maybe a little surprised by Mati's reaction to his claim, as he was sure that she was pulling his leg. She seemed shocked that he had even said such a thing, which probably wouldn't have happened if she actually was joking with him. The boy furrowed his brows and rethought for a moment, looking back to Mister Green. Mati assured him that the little guy would sprout wings, but Gotham found that so difficult to believe. It was nothing like he had ever heard of before, and so alien sounding. Sprouting wings was not something that a creature could just up and do, it had to come out of its egg like that. Gotham would certainly need some convincing before he would accept what Mati was saying, even if she assured him firmly that what she was saying was true.
The older wolf stood up, and the boy rose from his haunches, assuming that Mati was going to somehow show him that butterflies came from caterpillars. For a moment, he dwelled on an idea that had just struck him: he had never seen a baby butterfly. Perhaps her story had just an ounce of truth in it. Brows still pushed forward over his bright eyes, he followed her as she walked around the garden. His own gaze drifted across the many leaves, looking to see if he could find any other caterpillars like Mister Green. They were a little hard to spot, because they were the same colors of the leaves. Gotham wondered if they meant to be green or if they were just lucky.
Mati stopped, and the pup peered at what she had found. She said it was the house, and he peered at it carefully. There was quite a bit of dissonance that was buzzing around in his head like static, and he struggled to get a hold on some words. "That's Mister Green's house?" Did that mean that Mister Green was going to be a butterfly soon? Was that why he was eating so much? And if so, how did he get into his little house? It looked like there were no doors, and it looked really tiny, as well, and kind of fuzzy. The boy was confused and started to feel a little overwhelmed. He didn't know who to trust - his own common sense, or this female that was older but telling him the strangest things?
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Looking at the cocoon it was easy for Mati picture the little bug making it from its webbing. Still, as she looked back at the pup, he did not look convinced. Suddenly she was unsure what would explain it further. Contemplating what else he would understand Mati sat cross legged on the soft ground. She looked at the pup, focusing on him more then anything else. Of course what she was talking about went against everything that was natural for wolves. Wolves bore live animals, unlike birds who laid eggs. They grew and grew by the day unlike caterpillars who suddenly decided that one day it was time to change. To one that had not seen much beyond the garden behind his home, this was going against the laws of nature.
But this was nature, the miracle of it. She smiled, understanding that if he didn’t believe her it was not the trust he had in her that was being challenged. Only his own understanding. “It is.” She responded calmly. “It’s a small home he makes himself. Before he does he eats and eats, then picks a leaf and creates this cocoon to sleep in. While inside his body changes. He grows up, and after he has changed he breaks out of the little cocoon and flies away. Just like one day, you be able to shift... But Mr. Green will never be able to change back.” Mati gave a small smile, hoping that the pup would believe this time around. “I can imagine that changing from fours legs to two is a little hard for caterpillars and butterflies to believe.” She reflected, wondering if he would start to slowly understand that they were all different and no one species grew up the same way.
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it was fine! hawt kiritar :o
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Gotham sat down as Mati did, still staring at the cocoon. If this was all a joke, the female was taking it very far. The story was still all so fantastical, but the Captain was explaining it with such certainty and persuasion. The raven boy's eyebrows remained furrowed as he thought about the things she was saying. It was an absolutely absurd thing, to go to bed one day and wake up the next with wings! The idea of time scales was odd to him, too, and because he had not yet seen a winter he didn't know that the flowers and the bugs that lived on them would not last through the snowy months. He imagined that they lived just as long as wolves did, which as far as he knew lived forever. Growing up in a single night seemed ridiculous compared to the constant growing that the pup and his sisters were doing. There was a tinge of sadness in him when he learned that the butterfly would never be able to turn back into a butterfly, but being a butterfly was a much more elegant way to live, anyway.
The analogy to wolves shifting helped a little, putting in perspective the massive changes that could happen in just a few moments. He hadn't really thought of it that much, but changing from four legs to two was quite a big change, maybe even more than the caterpillar growing wings. The boy huffed out a sigh. Perhaps, just maybe, he could accept the idea. There were some things that he was still concerned about, though, and he would have to find a way to make sure that this would actually happen to Mister Green. Maybe, when there were lots of butterflies out, he would go looking for caterpillars. If there were no caterpillars, they might just all be butterflies, and the metamorphosis would most certainly be more believable to the pup.
There were, of course, details that were puzzling to him. If Mister Green actually made a little house like that, it was quite a feat. Gotham had no clue what it was made out of; unlike the house that he lived in, it wasn't made of wood and metal. Finally taking his eyes off of the little structure, he looked back up to Mati and asked quietly, "How does he make the house?"
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Looking at the pup Mati was not sure what to do next. His question came before she knew it and it seemed like her well of knowledge had run dry. How to explain to a wolf that what they saw was not the truth. What they could understand as growing was not the same for everyone. Each creature has their own way, and this was the way for Mr. Green. He was only a baby, though there was no peach fuzz or cuddly features. He was only one of the three stages that butterfly went through. It happened, Mati was sure of it and the little pups lack of faith in her words was making her frustrated.
“Have you seen a spider’s web?” She began, calm and slow so that the frustration would not play on her words. Patience was always needed when around pups, and it was so important to nurture their interest in the world and in seeking knowledge that Mati more mad at her own lack of tolerance then anything else. Letting the feelings pass she spoke again, “Mr. Green has his own silk to make the small cocoon. It’ll take many days, but soon enough a butterfly will break out of this one here.” She nodded towards the little thing that hung from the leaf. That was all she knew, though she had a feeling that he wasn’t out of questions. She would have to do her best to guess.
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Nature was wild and mysterious, and so far Gotham had only taken a little peek of the world that fell beyond the steps of the manor. The childhood of a wolf was all he knew, and all he really understood. He had seen birds take to the sky, and had seen beautiful insects flutter through the air, but really he didn't quite understand it. His knowledge was egocentric and based on the way wolves lived and developed, and the very idea of something sprouting wings was absurd to him. Even having wings was such a strange idea, but since he had seen things with wings so often it the oddness was starting to wear off. Gotham had a feeling that caterpillars turning into butterflies would be something that never became normal. If somehow it was true, it would always be magic to him.
He nodded when Mati asked if he had ever seen a spider web. Some were beautiful and some were ugly, and come to think of it he didn't know how the spiders made those, either! He had seen the little eight-legged creatures dangling from their threads, though, and maybe, as the lavender eyed female seemed to imply, they actually made their own! That idea was almost as strange as the transformation itself! Wolves could not make the materials with which they built things. Such a skill would be infinitely valuable, though, and for a moment Gotham marvelled at the inklings of wonder he was feeling. Insects were such strange and marvellous things!
"Hm," he uttered softly, inspecting the cocoon with his bright eyes. The boy was starting to feel convinced, but he wouldn't take Mati's word for it without more evidence. After a few moments of trying to comprehend what she had said, the boy glanced up at the Captain and grinned, his tail flopping a few times. If there had been frustration evident in her words, the boy hadn't picked it up. His curiosity was overwhelming and it was the only thing he could feel for a while, but now a bit of pure amazement peeked through. He wanted to see the winged creature poke out of this house, not just to make sure that it actually happened, anymore, but also to observe how it happened. It was surely a tremendous event, and to watch it would be absolutely splendid.
An idea hit the boy and, looking back up to Mati, he asked sweetly, "Do you want to stay and watch it with me?" The idea that it could be days did not seep into his little noggin, and his excitement and curiosity demanded that it happened right now.
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They woke to the world with no sight. It was their nose that they followed. Such an instinct still led them till the day of their death. Touch was there, hearing as well. And compared to the rest, sight was late to attend the party. It was only natural that the things they saw needed question. Their nose did not speak of such a mystery, and with their nose they would not learn of the way thing became during hibernation. It would not teach them how a bird flew, how a butterfly grew and escaped from a cocoon. Their eyes could tell them, and it was at Gotham’s age that the training of sight was the hardest. The ways of the wolf were based on scent, where changes started there before any where else. A wolf grew sick, it was there scent that spoiled before their form. A wolf became fearful, and the scent was sweet before weakness seen. It was hard to tell the way a bug would change, with no scent to guide them.
“We could check back every morning…” She said, a smile on her face. His invitation made her feel the urge to giggle and laugh. She had said that it would take days, right? In truth Mati didn’t know how long this butterfly would be before it broke free and flew away. She could only hope that it would be soon. Gotham needed to know that patience was needed for such a waiting game that they would be playing.
“see if he is ready to wake up?” A soft smile was worn on her maw, violet eyes looking at the pup that sat beside her. His bright blue eyes looking back up at her.
“We could check to see if Mister Green built his house.” She offered. To bad they couldn’t sit and waste the day away, waiting for a butterfly to wake. Maybe beside the lesson of nature’s miracles she could teach him a little about the virtue of patience.
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Haha! I think he will be sexy, too ;D
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Gotham didn't quite get the concept of waiting, yet. He wanted the butterfly to come out right now, and he wanted Mati to stay with him to watch it! When she repeated, tangentially, that it would take a few days, the black puppy furrowed his eyebrows. If they only checked back every morning, they might miss the big event! But the boy did not want to stay out here overnight, either, and if it was going to take as long as Mati suggested he didn't want to stay and watch it the whole time. There would be other goings on with the rest of the insect world! And, even if he did just check it once and a while, he could at least see what the house looked like after the butterfly got out. "Okay," Gotham replied, a little sadly. He had hope for the next few days, though, and he wouldn't let this bit of disappointment get to him!
When Mati suggested that they could go back and see if Mister Green had eaten enough to build his little house, the boy's face lit up. In all his confusion, he had almost forgotten about the little caterpillar. Maybe they could even watch him building his house! With a broad smile, he declared, "Yeah! Let's!" He promptly stood up and trotted back around the garden the way they had came, stopping and turning his head around after a few steps to make sure that Mati was following him. He had yet to get a hang of this patience thing, but perhaps by the time the butterfly was hatched he would at least understand why it was probably a good thing to have. Gotham was a thoughtful pup, and did try to be good. So far, this meant no being mean, and no lying. He was doing alright.
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I guess we can end here? its up to you <3
He wasn’t very happy. She found that the intelligent pup wasn’t easy to please. Small answers and magical stories would not settle his curiosity. Waiting was something that Mati didn’t do well either, when she wanted something she wanted it now. When questions needed to be answered she needed it immediately. As she matured so did her patience, and each time she was with the pups it flourished. They brought that out of her, the need for calm and the control of her emotions so great with the fragile souls. But as the disappointment began to worry her, it disappeared from the pup's face. They were always so quick to forgive and to move on.
“We will need to be careful, being in the garden so often…” She said as she began to follow him. Respecting the work her mother did was just as important as being patient with the small insects. She would hear it if there were any flowers trampled. Her mother expected Mati to watch over the young wolves of the pack, as it was everyone responsibility. But the older wolfess placed more on her shoulders then the rest. Mati took up the task with enthusiasm.
“don’t want to hurt any of the plants.” her voice called as they walked from the garden, leaving the flowers and the trees that guarded it until the next time they checked for butterflies and new houses.
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