Hideaway Strath to black widows and vipers

the afternoon is warm; the skies clear and the sun warm upon her back as mulberry traipses around the mouth of the den. she carries the bottom half of a rabbit jaw in her grasp, gifted to or found by her — she could not remember and decided that it didn't matter. she parades it around for the birds who sing above; a symphony of trills and tweets and whistles that weave the background music to her antics.

emerald grasses and fallen leaves crunch beneath her paws as she places her prize down by her paws and begins to dig furiously at the soft, fertile soil. just like she saw one of her parents doing recently as she spied on them, doing her very best to emulate them by practicing cache building ( though if she was aware that was what she was doing or not was another matter altogether ).

Alduin is a sly bastard. He’d actually managed to sneak away from his, always watchful, mother beast, @Simmik. He doesn’t know where he’s going and isn’t aware of the dangers it poses, but he’s going! A hawk or eagle could think he’s a tasty snack. Or a stray fox or maybe even a coyote that snuck in could snatch him up, but he doesn’t know that. He doesn’t even care. No one would dare hurt him, he knows his mother and father would never allow it. So he trots and walks with a pep in his step as if he’s invincible.

He follows his nose and he catches a scent! A purple tongue falls from his mouth in excitement and circular brows furrow in concentration to try and follow it. He doesn’t know it, but the smell is @Arlette’s scent. His fat paws drive him forward until he sees a familiar face. A face he doesn’t know the name to, but a face nonetheless. Another one like him! Small and chunky! Another pup!

His curled tail wags vigorously and a toothy grin riddled with mischief much to like his fathers spreads across his fat little face. He clumsily runs over, barking in excitement. He’s tired though, his paws hurt a bit from such a long walk, but the excitement overweighs the pain.

Alduin moves over to the midnight pelted female and barks once at her. If allowed, lifting a meaty paw to rudely bat at her with it. Play with me! I demand it! Purple tongue falling from his lips and teeth displayed in a playful open mouthed grin he barks once more. He wants her attention and he demands it now!