Darling Angel
#1
Amy stood at the head of the wagon. Lucias was old enough that she had taken Kohaku's old place in the back of the wagon. Lucias no longer had to be coddled and kept with Amy at all times. The merchant traveled through the lands, scouring what she saw. She had to be vigilant with New Dawn hunting for her. Even as young as Lucias was Amy had started training her. Her daughter hadn't enjoyed the respite Kohaku had had, waiting until he was old enough to start fully developing. Lucias' body and mind were not ready, but she didn't have the choice, drilling into Lucias' head how to be stealthy and stay hidden. Other lessons would have to wait until she was older.

Pulling the wagon to a halt Amy checked the clearing. It was hidden enough that she wasn't concerned about discovery, and still large enough that she could see those who would try to approach. Unhitching the horse Amy moved to the wagon, grabbing supplies to begin building a campfire. Lighting it up Amy pulled out the finishing touches, setting up furs for them to nestle in. Stepping back she surveyed the camp and nodded. Now they could have something to eat, and Lucias could come out to play.
#2
OOC: Gotta get used to this puppy thing. X3

It always felt safe when her mother's scent was in the air. Lucias slept in the wagon, curled up warmly in between various animal pelts. The constant sound of the wagon being pulled over the forest floor lulled her as well as the birds in the trees and the cool evening air passing through the leaves. They soon came to a stop and Lucias awoke, sleepy eyes peeling open after her nap. A yawn stretched her small maw apart and a whine followed as she looked around seeing her mother standing before the wagon. Lucias yelped playfully trying to get her attention to let her know she was awake. Her whole body shook as she wagged her tail, Amy coming to the wagon to grab some supplies. She stared wide eyed and curious as she rummaged for some supplies. Mom left again and came back once more to grab the pelts Lucias had been sleeping comfortably on.

Once the sleep had left her eyes and they were no longer heavy, Lucias clumsily fumbled to the front of the wagon, lifting herself so she was peeking out. She growled daringly trying to get her mother to pay attention to her. Ma! Lemme dow, lemme dow. Her voice was commanding. She needed to get to the ground so she could play, but the distance from the wagon to the ground below was still too great for her to jump. Her mother's help was needed. Maaa! Lucias was impatient, but her tail didn't stop wagging. A bark was sent her mother's way, hurrying her to come and put her down. She surveyed the height again, becoming more and more impatient. Even if her mom was coming now, she didn't want to wait. Lucias flopped over the side, holding on with unsure paws for a moment before she fell to the leaf bedded floor below. It wasn't so bad she thought it'd be and she got up, holding herself proud for getting out of the wagon on her own. Lucias padded to Amy, head held high, jumping up lightly at her mother's legs with a grin on her lips.
#3
Amy lifted her head as Lucias barked orders, doing her best to get Amy to behave. Growling gently she moved over to where she could hear her pup calling for her, demanding attention. Amy wasn't one to coddle the pup, so she took her sweet time heading over. Amy wasn't a slave for Lucias to boss around, she was her mother. The dog arrived just in time to watch Lucias topple out of the wagon, and smack against the ground. Her instincts were to rush forwards and make sure everything was alright, but Lucias needed to learn this. She needed the experience. Amy wanted Lucias to be independent and strong.

Kneeling down Amy petted Lucias, pride glowing in her eyes. Well done. You got out by yourself. The wagon had worked as a barrier for Kohaku for quite some time, but he had never clambered out of the front. He'd always tried to go out through the much higher barricaded back. When it had been down Kohaku had flopped right out happily, tail wagging in a frenzy. Petting her Amy resisted picking her up and stepped over to the fire. She already had some spices laid out, planning on making stew. Will you help? Lucias couldn't do much, but Amy needed her involved and engaged, willing to work.
#4
Her mother showered her with praise for getting out of the wagon on her own. Lucias leaned into the pet, absorbing the attention and praise given to her. Her momma was proud of her, she could see it in her eyes. That was something the pup would do anything to see from her mom. She'd always want to make her proud. I di'it. A giggle chimed from her lips, continuing to jump up lightly to get her mother to pick her up. Amy didn't though, instead moving away to where the fire was brightly blazing. A short whine of protest escaped her before she shook it off, padding over to the fire. She was mesmerized by the flames as they danced about crackling and popping every now and then. Her mother's voice caught her attention and she was attentive, ears keenly pressed forward.

Lucias focused on the spices that had been sorted out by the fire. Ya I help Momma! She stated loudly moving over to the spices. She picked up quickly that something was to be done with them. The scents were familiar from times before when her mom had cooked. She related the scents with food. She sniffed each one, sneezing when a little got into her nose from getting to close. We may foo? Tail wagged from side to side shaking her whole form with it. She was overly excited to help make supper, or help her mom do anything really. As she stood she lifted her from paws, one then the other, her energy swelling.
#5
The young pup quickly came over to the campfire, watching it's light. Amy studied her, noting the blond highlights that the fire caught. It was almost as if she was watching a rain of gold dance across her daughter's back as the light shifted around. She loved her daughter, even if she despised the man that had allowed Lucias to exist. If possible Amy would murder Lucias' father, and keep the fact that Shadow wasn't really Lucias' a secret for the rest of her life.

The baby speech was met with a curt nod, reaching over and fondling Lucias' ears. Yes. We're going to cook up some venison. Can you pass me the green spice that smells sharp? It's a mint smell. Amy explained it with careful precision to help Lucias identify what she was being asked to bring over. She could tell Lucias what it was called once she was adding it to the meat that she was currently separating and preparing to cook.


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