August 21, 2014, 02:28 PM
(This post was last modified: August 21, 2014, 02:33 PM by Ferdie Von Pelt.)
Private since Ferdie is not allowing anyone just Erika in or even near the Den
@Erika @Serena @Alphonse
At 11 days The pups eyes would be just opening here is a puppy guide Ferdie would love another thread
Each night Ferdie Von Pelt told a new story. His voice rumbled, his tone that of a practiced story teller able to draw one into a story and help the listeners almost live it themselves. Sometimes his stories were narratives of what was going on in the pack, some times it was about what happened once upon a time ago in Swiftcurrent Creek and rarely like the first night; He told stories about his life and past. Erika might start to guess those stories were about Ferdie Von Pelt but if she had she had not said anything yet.
Today Ferdie arrived to the den with a fresh kill of a nice fat raccoon, not something wolves ate on a regular basis but the meat was rich fatty and rather filling. He offered it to Erika and if she wanted to go eat it in piece and slip out of the Den he would allow it, the rare times he got to lay with the pups alone was precious to him. Ferdie settled in next to the pups just both of them and gently wuff of air behind the ears as was his new custom to let them know it was their father here.
When Erika took her breaks, he got to talk to them, not that they could talk back, but that never stopped him, he loved the sound of his own voice. And he got to bathe them much, much more gently then the first time, careful to never make them cry for their baths again, they may have gotten used to his constant grooming by now.
@Erika @Serena @Alphonse
At 11 days The pups eyes would be just opening here is a puppy guide Ferdie would love another thread
Each night Ferdie Von Pelt told a new story. His voice rumbled, his tone that of a practiced story teller able to draw one into a story and help the listeners almost live it themselves. Sometimes his stories were narratives of what was going on in the pack, some times it was about what happened once upon a time ago in Swiftcurrent Creek and rarely like the first night; He told stories about his life and past. Erika might start to guess those stories were about Ferdie Von Pelt but if she had she had not said anything yet.
Today Ferdie arrived to the den with a fresh kill of a nice fat raccoon, not something wolves ate on a regular basis but the meat was rich fatty and rather filling. He offered it to Erika and if she wanted to go eat it in piece and slip out of the Den he would allow it, the rare times he got to lay with the pups alone was precious to him. Ferdie settled in next to the pups just both of them and gently wuff of air behind the ears as was his new custom to let them know it was their father here.
When Erika took her breaks, he got to talk to them, not that they could talk back, but that never stopped him, he loved the sound of his own voice. And he got to bathe them much, much more gently then the first time, careful to never make them cry for their baths again, they may have gotten used to his constant grooming by now.
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The Sunspire Family Time - by Ferdie Von Pelt - August 21, 2014, 02:28 PM
RE: The Sunspire Family Time - by Erika - August 21, 2014, 08:30 PM
RE: The Sunspire Family Time - by Alphonse - August 22, 2014, 03:31 AM
RE: The Sunspire Family Time - by Ferdie Von Pelt - August 26, 2014, 10:13 PM