Bearclaw Valley For some birthday or some Christmas that has come and gone
Private  June 10, 2018, 11:03 AM
Lucas
Bearclaw Valley
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"Nuuu!" called the chubby marshmallow of a pup as he toddled out of the den with erect ears and bright eyes. His tail swished to and fro as he stopped, adjusted to the bright light of outdoors, and then lurched into a jiggling trot. The black-masked youth had proven to be quite the adventurer, often going farther from the den than she ought to, so Lucas knew she could be anywhere. He would not leave the confines of his well-marked boundaries without adult supervision, obedient and eager to please as he was, but if she was anywhere within it, he would find her.

And if she wasn't in the pups' little chunk of territory, then he would simply wait until she came back. There was a feeling of wrongness that he associated with @Nunataq's every foray beyond their established boundaries, a sense that she should get into big trouble because she wasn't following the rules, but he wasn't privy to any reprimands she received on the daily for it, if any. "Nuuu!" he called again, hurrying his chubby little ass past the flowers that he often visited every day and past the dirt patch where he liked to find worms to snack on.

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June 10, 2018, 01:10 PM
Nunataq
Bearclaw Valley
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With two months under her belt, Nunataq had dashed into her third like a cunami wave. Now she reminded less of an awkward fat loaf with five limbs and a head, but more of a little daredevil with wolf and malinois features mixed and blended in equal parts. She had mastered walking and running almost gracefully, tripping and falling down only 1 out of 10 times. Her baby teeth had grown sharper and, whenever the opportunity presented itself, she was not afraid to put them to use. It was wonder that those adults, who played with her, had not run screaming by now, when the piranha appeared on the horizon.

Nuna had no problems about leaving the den as frequently as possible and spen all of her waking and most of her sleeping hours outside. Running around, playing, digging, destroying and attacking stuff, barking at birds and squirrels, and mice that were out of her reach and eventually falling asleep somewhere, only to wake up an hour later and go on as if nothing had happened.

This morning's romp had ended with her digging and hiding herself under a patch of brown fallen leaves, therefore, when Lucas woke her up by calling her name (she did not seem to understand much in terms of words, but she knew, when people were addressing her, in most cases), she sprang out of the pile of leaves like a girl out of a birthday cake. With wagging tail and a friendly grin she approached her sibling, curious to find out, what he had in mind. She was up to anything!
June 19, 2018, 05:48 PM
Lucas
Bearclaw Valley
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Each and every time he encountered Nunataq, he was stricken by how very dark her face was. He had yet to note that she was so different from his family that she couldn't possibly belong—such a notion as not belonging was simply alien to him and always would be, beyond the usual territoriality of their species, that is—but he had by now taken note of her black ink mask. Small wonder that that stood out to him when the rest of her was sand and rust, lighter than Piper's stark red but sort of similar.

So for a moment he merely stared at her darkened face, captivated by how different it was, and then he blinked and the moment slipped away. "Nu wannsa dance wif Lu?" he wondered, starting up with a sort of side-to-side sway meant to ease her into it, if she obliged him. If not, well, his bright-eyed, open features suggested he could be compelled to do just about anything, from adventuring to fighting monsters to just hanging out. It was nice to spend his time with the newer pups once in a while. There was just something about them that was more interesting than his siblings (their relative newness, duh).

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