Horizon Ridge Little Angels I love you

@Gyda A mommy and daughter thread yes?

Thistle woke up and looked down at her children as they lay nestled and curled up at her belly. All contrasting colors and all beautiful. Her heart so full some days she thought for sure it would bust wide open. She loved every single one of them. She now knew what her mother had meant when she said When you have children my daughter they make you love them so much, that they can destroy you. She gently nuzzled each one, not wanting to wake any of them while they lay there sweetly,but wanting the physical connection just for a moment. Her smoky boy and her sandy boy and her icicle daughter. She licked each one gently.

She stretched softly so as to not move too much, but her legs were cramped and they needed stretched. Of course Tveir protested when she moved him slightly as he always did being the loudest of all. So far he was the most curious as well at least of his siblings and his mother trying to figure out what everything was.

Being touched with that warm and wet thing again woke her up, though she hadn't been sleeping soundly.

ooohhh she sighed and rolled on her back; blinking a few times, getting used to the colour of the wolf that she decided to proclaim as Mum. She scented the air, it didn't smell like 'the rumbler' was around.

She cooed at Mum she enjoyed a good warm nose touch but she wasn't as fond of the warm wet part they they kept in their mouths, she had one but didn't have the control Mum did over it.

Thistle hummed gently as her daughter looked up at her, her eyes a milky blue still. Why hello Little Atta. As Atta moved to her back Thistle pressed her nose to her belly cooing at her, and she grasped her little paws gently with her lips tickling her pads and smiling at her.

You are going to be a heartbreaker little girl aren't you, an absolute heart breaker. You might give your father heart failure before the end. She chuckled again licking the little one's head, and returning to nuzzle her tummy. She lifted her daughter gently to put her between her front paws so she could look closer at her again tickling her paws and belly with her nose.

Gyda quieted suddenly as she was picked up, instinct told her when being carried do not move. she was layer down quickly though and nuzzled with the big warm spot on the end of Mum's nose. she didn't mind this at all it was followed by rumbles by and by the rumbles were sounding clearer they seemed to have meaning to them though she was not quiet sure yet. She wanted to make the sounds back but her voice was not as controlled and nor where her ears fully opened her rumbles sounded more like insistent whimpers.

She looked up at her mum her mouth parted half way open reaching out her paws so that she might touch her mother's nose and feel more connected with her, her little tail swayed across the ground below her with enthusiasm.

Thistle smiled at her little daughter and stopped moving long enough for the little girl to touch her nose with her paw. She blew warm air on it gently wanting to see the little girls reaction. She seemed calmer than her brothers, more resolute so far. She was inquisitive but not obtrusively so like Tveir and Ein.

Thistle placed her own paw above her daughter for her to see, the white one that set her apart from most wolves and set apart from her sandy coat. she giggled at the little girls tail wag and couldn't help but feel extremely blessed that she had such wonderful children.

Gyda made a soft cooing noise when she was breathed upon, shed pressed her paws more firmly into the nose and threw her head all the way back, until the nose was removed. She tilted her head down and peered at the thing above her, she had trouble making it out, her head cocked to the right then she lifted her own paw and tried to place it upon the bottom of her mother's paw they seemed similar in shape but no where near the same size, Gyda wondered if she got this right

Thistle chuckled at Atta's reaction to her tuft of air. It was adorable and it made thistle's day really. Always the simple things proved to bring the mother to her knees and it always would. She was not simple minded merely content with what life gave her and finding pleasure in small things.

She cooed at her daughter Very good Maer. She used her husbands word for maiden for their little girl knowing that he wanted all of them to be fluent in both. She knew her children would always be more fluent in both since she was learning later in life, but she did not mind. She tilted her paw so that it was under the little girls and she gently moved her paw up and down to make her paw shake gently of course she did not wish to scare the little girl.

She mimicked the action then yawned with a little cooing sound, A gust of wind came up on Thistles side taking scents and throwing them high in the air above them.

Her little nose flared as she tried to catch all the smells, after which she attempted to flip herself back over clearly intending to abandon this game. She had scented the sibling blobs and wanted to tackle them or at the very least annoy them.

One more post from you and we have ten and it can be used for exp

Thistle chuckled as her daughter flipped back over. She helped to keep her from wobbling to much as Tveir woke up and she felt his little paws push into her side as he stretched. She lifted her leg so that both children could see each other.

it did not take Tveir long to see his sister and he gently stumbled towards her. He gently batted at her, mindful not to hurt her. She was smaller than him and he didn't want to hurt her. There was instincts to help her.

She had no such instincts none were smaller then her, Her instincts told her to be boss, top wolf, a puppyish grin filled her face as she waddled up to and then on top of her brother aiming to gum his ear while being on the top. Her tail lashed back and forth widely
and she attempted to make a growl sound but instead it just sounded like she was clearing her throat.

I'm sorry I am having writers block with the puppies ggrrr