The autumnal season had settled in: the air cooler, the leaves brittler, the nights lonelier. River saw it was high time to socialize her children, introduce them to a life among many others. Provide them with pack hunts, friendly competitions, and camaraderie. The only things she missed about home in the Grove.
These days she thought often of her own mother, her brothers, and wondered how they fared.
As much as she had become an isolationist, she knew it was vital that the pups experience pack life, so that they might make an informed decision when it came time to walk their own paths.
Like little soldiers they followed single file, wary of corporal punishment should they break rank, yet no less spirited for the journey. @Jet helmed his siblings, with @Harrier, @Creek, and @Campaign, respectively, bringing up the rear. They could barely contain their excitement as they tittered amongst each other and peered about with round eyes glossy from being held open every second possible.
The skies were cloudy without gloom and the wind softened to a tease; a glorious day to meet their first pack.
River had chosen to take them to the borders nearest to their former den, not only because of its proximity, but because it was encircled with not one but two achingly familiar scents. This same coincidence might have turned her away from this pack had she not seen double the opportunity for acceptance. After all, she couldn’t imagine many packs would be willing to take in five new mouths – four of which being unable provide for themselves.
But if one or two of the members here assumed they were the father…
She howled for an audience.
And while in wait, she educated the broodlings on their first border.
The four protested in a chorus of ewwwwws and yucks!
These days she thought often of her own mother, her brothers, and wondered how they fared.
As much as she had become an isolationist, she knew it was vital that the pups experience pack life, so that they might make an informed decision when it came time to walk their own paths.
Like little soldiers they followed single file, wary of corporal punishment should they break rank, yet no less spirited for the journey. @Jet helmed his siblings, with @Harrier, @Creek, and @Campaign, respectively, bringing up the rear. They could barely contain their excitement as they tittered amongst each other and peered about with round eyes glossy from being held open every second possible.
The skies were cloudy without gloom and the wind softened to a tease; a glorious day to meet their first pack.
River had chosen to take them to the borders nearest to their former den, not only because of its proximity, but because it was encircled with not one but two achingly familiar scents. This same coincidence might have turned her away from this pack had she not seen double the opportunity for acceptance. After all, she couldn’t imagine many packs would be willing to take in five new mouths – four of which being unable provide for themselves.
But if one or two of the members here assumed they were the father…
She howled for an audience.
And while in wait, she educated the broodlings on their first border.
Get a good sniff, bums. Remember to never cross a line like this without permission. If I ever hear you’ve done so, I’ll turn you into bug juice faster than you can say sorry.
The four protested in a chorus of ewwwwws and yucks!
Exactly. Now pipe down and start using those noses. The wind’s in our favor. Tell me if you can smell anyone.
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