Sawtooth Spire It was the 14th of October, had that T-shirt off your shoulder
Private  March 17, 2020, 01:16 PM
Wylla
Sagtannet
Eisen*
Short post challenge, you can do it. >:)

The air outside the den was warm for once, heralding spring's imminent arrival, and Wylla yearned to to go out and stretch her legs in it. Alas, there were no trustworthy babysitters at hand for her to foist her two adorable burdens off on, so she was stuck at home with the tykes, not unlike the rest of the world these days. There weren't any good home activities available so she was in the troublesome position of trying to entertain two wolf cubs who were right on the cusp of opening their eyes, if they hadn't already.

Well, Thade certainly hadn't. Everything about the boy seemed... well, slow. He wasn't as energetic as Tiercel had been and not even as energetic as his sister, which was a marvel considering Phaedra's near death experience at birth. He liked to nap and lay around and eat a lot. There were no alarming signs, but he seemed to lack basic motivation so far, so no surprise to see his lids were still tightly sealed after a mid-morning tongue bath.

As for the other one... Wylla replaced Thade at her side and reached quickly for the light-haired @Phaedra, whom she already anticipated would be a little bitch about bath time, because that was what Tiercel had always been.
March 17, 2020, 02:23 PM
Phaedra
Sagtannet
Skarp


        to assume makes an ass out of u and me, mother. 
        the cygnet had first been napping while wylla went about the rote task of bathing her firstborn under the slant of warm sunlight, but by the time thade was replaced and phaedra was due for a wash, her mother would reach back to discover her daughter was not, as expected, within reach. 

        rather, the child had retired to the rolling sea of pelts and cast of shadow. she arranged herself under the tan-flecked pelage of a hare—though her dipstick of a tail stuck out and would no doubt give her position away. she hadn't hid on purpose! finding herself sepulchered in the furs was a convenience served by coincidence.
        this to her felt like being pinned under wylla’s armpit anyway, despite smelling significantly more pleasant.
March 23, 2020, 03:23 PM
Wylla
Sagtannet
Eisen*
Black ears snatched back when she realized Phaedra was not, as expected, at her side. Wylla's yellow eyes flit frantically around the den, passing over the tiny fair-haired tail poking out from under the pelts at least twice before she noticed it. The unwelcome press of panic against her heart subsided, replaced by a scowl and a grumble.

If you wanted to suffocate you should've said so before your father saved your life, grumped Wylla, grasping the pup's tiny tail none-too-gently with dull incisors and tugging on it.
March 23, 2020, 04:18 PM
Phaedra
Sagtannet
Skarp


        with a start, phaedra instinctively dug her claws in and braced herself when wylla found her out and began wrenching her from the luxurious, warm shawl. nein! she mewled in protest when she felt her rear-end nipped by the open air. 

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        the phaedra-sized lump underneath the pelt shifted and scrambled, but alas, she did not struggle for long and there was little use in doing so—she was at a very yeet-able age, you see. 
        once the pup was fully unsheathed, she poked her head up to blindly search the den for the target of her ire.