October 11, 2014, 06:21 PM
The pups were now old enough to leave the den. They had to stay in close proximity or at least under the supervision of an adult, but they were no longer confined. Verrine often hovered nearby while Julooke took personal time to herself—the mother had grown restless in denning and now took any chance she got away from her rowdy children.
Speaking of rowdy children, one such example was busy frolicking at the edge of their permitted space with his eyes locked firmly on a late autumn wasp. His eyes were wide and buggish as Kevlyn stared up at it, admiring its stripes with his newly sharpened vision. Such sudden breaks in colour, such sharp contrast! It drew his attention as surely as a magnet.
Much had come to be known about Kevlyn in the last week. He loved the sound of his own voice and was almost always babbling to himself and anyone that would listen. He hated being dirty and sought cleaning every opportunity he got. In fact, the only time Kevlyn allowed himself to be dirty without fuss was when he was vying with his siblings for the coveted position of "top dog", a game they'd only recently become old enough to play.
"Babadalaloo," he crowed up at the wasp, which continued to hover around the trunk of a tree and ignored him completely.
Speaking of rowdy children, one such example was busy frolicking at the edge of their permitted space with his eyes locked firmly on a late autumn wasp. His eyes were wide and buggish as Kevlyn stared up at it, admiring its stripes with his newly sharpened vision. Such sudden breaks in colour, such sharp contrast! It drew his attention as surely as a magnet.
Much had come to be known about Kevlyn in the last week. He loved the sound of his own voice and was almost always babbling to himself and anyone that would listen. He hated being dirty and sought cleaning every opportunity he got. In fact, the only time Kevlyn allowed himself to be dirty without fuss was when he was vying with his siblings for the coveted position of "top dog", a game they'd only recently become old enough to play.
"Babadalaloo," he crowed up at the wasp, which continued to hover around the trunk of a tree and ignored him completely.
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Twenty-four seven, baby, three-six-five - by Kevlyn - October 11, 2014, 06:21 PM
RE: Twenty-four seven, baby, three-six-five - by Mordred - October 14, 2014, 10:56 PM
RE: Twenty-four seven, baby, three-six-five - by Kevlyn - October 17, 2014, 07:33 PM
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