Blackfeather Woods crushed and filled with all I found
All Welcome  July 10, 2019, 02:24 PM
Cassiopeia
Blackfeather Woods
Izula
sickness had paused her daughters' growth, for a time, but it is apparent that they will take well after their parents. somewhat too much so, she considers as she leaves behind the den, pausing once at the creek to sate her thirst. considering, she chuffs lightly, and a moment later the pair slip out after her. her presence at the borders and throughout the pack may have been low, but she is not ignorant to the shrinking ranks and their fluidity. 

Hela is quick to reciprocate Scylla's nip, and she orders them close before a full-blown fight can erupt. fights are becoming common, both as a result of their growing and the forced inaction of their illness. they grow close to blows once more, and the woman tugs Scylla away and into her jaws, where she sways and grumbles her dissatisfaction. undeterred, she continues towards the outer territory.

That is not dead which can eternal lie. 
And with strange aeons even death may die.

July 12, 2019, 03:12 PM
Maegi
Blackfeather Woods
Nona
Maegi was wandering about, too, perhaps headed to the borders for a spell. She had grown tired of Parvati's company, weary of having to endure the listless nursing mother in order to see her children. Cassiopeia was a sight for sore eyes, and her growing daughters even more so. She shot her friend a smile, padding closer, mindful of the little ankle-biters nearby.

I haven't seen you in a while, she remarked, head tilted slightly. Only her eyes betrayed the sadness she felt, the sensation of being lost in a yawning, endless darkness. I was worried you'd gone, too, like Rams and Mou. The names stuck in her throat, choking and sour.

She dipped her muzzle at Hela and Scylla, amused by their interactions. They're in high spirits, at least, Maegi chuckled. She lifted her eyes to Cassiopeia, struck suddenly by the question she had meant to ask long before. Who is their father?