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She lives in a house in Wolfville.
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They grew more lively every day. Dexter, the male, he moved the most. He'd been first, too, and seemed to be the strongest of the three. The girl that came next, Keeleigh, she was also of a good size, though smaller than her brother. She was female, after all, and there was nothing weird about being smaller than a male. The smallest of the three, Vesle, she was frail and very little compared to the other two, but seemed also to be in good health. She did not think it was strange that they were small, even for newborns, because she was small, and her mother was small, and Lubomir had not been large for a male. They all reacted to her nudges, sometimes squeaking in annoyance, as if to say "Oi! We're napping here!". They did nap a lot, when they did not feed. A less fortunate mother would have worried about food, but for Mew it was not the case. She had saved up for this, and also some had brought her food. Hanna helped, too. Still, Mew could not decide on why she was more lucky: to be alive, or to be a mother. In fact, it hadn't dawned on her that she had, in just one night, gotten everything she'd asked for, and ever wanted. Lubomir haunted her sometimes, though, but she would push him out of her thoughts. He did not deserve to be there, the way he acted. She should have known, the way he ran away before they were an item; she should have understood how he dealt with hardship. But she was strong, and she had endured something most perhaps would not.
Her body lay curled around the small, wrapping herself around them as she watched them nap. Sometimes, their little paws moved just barely, as if in dreams. Their tails and whiskers and little legs quivered, unused to this world they had been tossed into. They were asleep, but their mother was wide awake, watching the small ones with the most fascinated smile that had ever moved her lips.
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She wasn't really concerned about anyone in Dahlia except for herself. Addison was still staying with Tokyo and keeping up her routine of following Haku around when she could find him. Something about the male intrigued her in a way that nothing else could. Hemming held her attention, as well, but she was trying not to think about him. Haku was the way to go. She chose to go after Haku and stalk him...Hemming invaded her thoughts. She did not like this.
The young female yawned as she entered the outskirts of Wolfville, padding through the streets slowly. It had rained recently and there were puddles everywhere; she stepped sideways to avoid stepping in one of them and almost ended up stepping in another one. She tried to jump over one and slid in the mud, feet going out from under her, knocking into a pair of trashcans out behind one of the houses. Crap! She was covered in mud now! The brown female rose to her feet, a string of muttered curses bursting forth from her lips.
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Thanks! ;D lol.. my man is hooked on ABBA... It's hard to write to "take a chance on me" 
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The morning was still fresh and moist when a voice could be heard outside, ripping Mew away from her tranquil enjoyment and straight into hostile defense. Her instincts had never been as strong as this, and she often found that she reacted to sounds much more strongly than she would have done, if she hadn't had the three furballs. Her ears fell back and she was suddenly at her feet (but carefully dodging the children - she did not want to wake them) with a growl rumbling low in her throat. Her moves was brisk as she walked to the window, and although she had understood that the voice was simply cursing, and thus no threat, she would keep her stance until she was certain. Once her mind took in and digested the information offered by her peek in the window, her defensive stance disappeared; it was a child, or at least a young female. She did not really fear children, and she was on the second level of this house.
The girl.. was she Dahlian? Mew had been preoccupied with herself again (as usual, but acceptable in this case), and hadn't kept herself updated with new names and faces. Still, she could barely be a threat to her little family, the way she had just managed to place herself in mud. "Are you lost, hon?" Her voice was soft as she called out, her face a gentle mask. Her maternal instincts were working overtime, and she had never really experienced them, anyway. The poor girl out there didn't seem exactly happy - perhaps she could offer the young one something. "Want a blanket or something?"
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It had been more than two months since she had first shifted, but she still wasn't used to these feet yet. She had thought that the walking would come with time, but it seemed like the Gods weren't going to make it that easy for the girl. She heard something above, a voice, and stared up. Her short, usually spiky hair was plastered against her head, little bits of mud stuck in it every few inches--she must have been a real sight to whoever was up there.
She backed up a bit so that she could see them--it was a white wolf looking out the window from the house that she was outside of. "I don't know this part of the territory yet" She called up, admitting it. "And sure, lady! I could use a towel. You got some up there? Ya mind if I come up?"
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Late reply, you know why. Roar!
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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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