Wolf RPG

Each day, her children grew stronger -- the two little potatoes she'd birthed were growing already in the short week or so she'd held them against the curve of her belly -- and never did Amber know so much love for such little things. Hell, she didn't even love Day this much, nor Spring or her own parents: not a soul in the world world would ever compare to those two little children that suckled right now. As the morning came, Amber awoke -- as she did every morning, her sapphire gaze went to the dark forms of her son and daughter before anything else -- and sent a couple of soft strokes across their backs with her tongue, sniffling gently as if they might have wandered off in the night, but also checking for sickness. All she could detect was milk and warm, her own scent and Grayday's a perfect mix in them, yet all new in a sense of their own. 

                   "Y'know, you two little darlings give happiness a smell."

She didn't know when they began to hear, and she knew the day they would understand was much further off, but often did the new mother find herself murmering softly to the cubs about whatever she was doing, or feeling. Today would be no different -- Amber Ciel loved her children with everything in her soul and she wanted everyone to feel it.

As per usual Sunny was suckling at his mother's belly, content with the warm milk that flowed into his mouth and settled his belly. He had come to recognize the difference between his mom and what he assumed to be his father. Momma's pelt was softer, while papa had more courseness on the top of his fur. He also knew mother by her scent, for milk was easy to recognize by now. He felt a tongue rasp across his fur suddenly, and yipped as he was startled. The shock had caused something odd and equally as terrifying to occur. His little eyes had cracked open, and the light that flooded his vision made him squeak in awe. He blinked out of instinct and found that the blurry light cleared up more as he continued to blink his tiny eyelids.


Once his vision was as clear as it would be for the moment, he stared at the huge wall of light that was so different from the usual solid darkness that he saw (felt?) constantly. He began to crawl toward the bright wall, soon ambling a good few inches away from his mother's warm pelt. The cold of being away from his mother didn't bother him as much as it used to, but it still caused a few whimpers to escape his maw.

Suddenly he hit something solid, his nose bumping into the obstacle roughly, causing him to sit back and lift his muzzle into the air, and simply shriek. He had forgotten to pay attention, used to wandering in the dark and being pickd up before he could hurt himself. He had accidently turned from the light and walked into the wall of the den.

A half-familiar smell was what drew her, and she approached cautiously a den. The scent of a nursing mother, of pups and milk and warmth, was what it was, yet thus she did not know. It drew an odd mix of happiness and great sadness,cane hazy memories of a place grey form that she had not thought of in a long while.

something stirred within the den, a small shriek, and she drew near the entrance, pausing to peer inside and not thinking for a second that the mother would not want her there, perhaps. "Hello?" She called out, recognizing now the scent of Greyday and the fat woman. But there were more scents, if they were two or one and the same she did not know, and this made her curious as she cautiously drew nearer.

It seemed that he touch brought surprise from her eldest, and at first she almost missed the fluttering of Sunny's lids -- his squeak brought her wandering gaze back to the more active of her children, and an excited squeal broke from her lips upon seeing the little crystal eyes of a baby. 
  
                 "Grayday! Day! Sunny's eyes are open!" 

The pale pawed boy scooted forward, and whether her mate was watching or not Amber didn't know, but the mere movement of the boy was enough to bring another happy coo from her lips. 

It was another movement altogether that took her attention next -- her sapphire gaze snapped to the entrance coldly, but upon seeing the tiny figure of a girl outside, her heart softened. She would watch Keoni carefully, not afraid to defend her pups against even another, but was willing to let the child be curious. 

                                 "Hello, Keoni. This is Sunny and Dawn."

Day had been snoozing directly above the den after a night of being on high-alert. A bad dream had woken him and he'd been unable to get back to sleep after the grisly sights and feelings he could still half-remember. Keoni's arrival hadn't awoken him, but the sound of Amber hailing him certainly did.

"Huh?" he grunted, lifting his head. Even as he made the sound, the meaning of her words finally shattered the last vestiges of his sleepiness. Day leapt to his paws and bounded to the entrance, pushing his way inside to look down at his little bright-eyed son. "Hey, bubba," he said softly, moving forward to push his nose against the boy's fat little body. Day glowed with pride at the sight of those baby blues.

He looked to Amber. "You did good with these two, Mama," he told her, gripped by affection for the mother of his children.