The warm gray clouds had brought optimal fishing weather. After little more than an hour, Livia had amassed a pile of four silvery fish of various sizes. At this point she had reached a dilemma; she wasn't sure that she could carry any more without constantly dropping them, and having to readjust her grip. After a moment's consideration the she-wolf opted to make a trip to storage and then return to the water for more.
She piled the fish as neatly as she could before arranging them so that she could pick all four up by their tails. Then, gripping them firmly between her jaws, Livia departed the water's edge and ventured away from the water and into the fen. As she tucked her catch into storage, a thought occurred to her: she had heard whispers of good news recently.
Pups had been born to Brecheliant.
Never had Livia been present for such an event. Her parents had never produced another litter after hers. However, Livia knew, perhaps instinctively, that the mother of the babes needed food brought to her. She likely had wolves bringing her food already; nevertheless, it seemed careless not to at least offer some of the catch.
Leaving two of the fish in the stores, Livia scooped up the other two and followed the scent of the den. But she did not make it all the way there.
A very young child toddled nearby. Livia stopped abruptly, her olive eyes wide, shocked. She dropped the pair of fish and lowered her head to the tiny girl's level.
"Oh... what are you doing, little one?"
She piled the fish as neatly as she could before arranging them so that she could pick all four up by their tails. Then, gripping them firmly between her jaws, Livia departed the water's edge and ventured away from the water and into the fen. As she tucked her catch into storage, a thought occurred to her: she had heard whispers of good news recently.
Pups had been born to Brecheliant.
Never had Livia been present for such an event. Her parents had never produced another litter after hers. However, Livia knew, perhaps instinctively, that the mother of the babes needed food brought to her. She likely had wolves bringing her food already; nevertheless, it seemed careless not to at least offer some of the catch.
Leaving two of the fish in the stores, Livia scooped up the other two and followed the scent of the den. But she did not make it all the way there.
A very young child toddled nearby. Livia stopped abruptly, her olive eyes wide, shocked. She dropped the pair of fish and lowered her head to the tiny girl's level.
"Oh... what are you doing, little one?"
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life's like this - by Jasmine - June 08, 2021, 11:56 PM
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