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Post by Blake on Nov 15, 2012 8:58:11 GMT -5
Howlite fell asleep by chenoa and shilows den. He wanted to play more with the two new pups bye spent all yesterday scouting the place so he would know where to take the pups when they came to play. Lying in the ground next to him was a purple, half wilted flower that he would give to chenoa for letting him play with Cinnia ns Wythe, and the smoothest rock he could find for Shilow. He opened his eyes then lifted his head. He felt this twist in his stomach that made him cry. He was hungry, but sorinas milk didn't seem completely satisfying anymore. He pushed himself up then picked up the rock and flower and padded into the den. He dropped the rock at shilows paws then the flower at Chenoa's paws. He padded out of the den then ran to his own den where he would find his mother and father. He found it effortlessly, just by smell, then jumped on his mother. "Howee hundery!!!"
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Post by Katie on Nov 15, 2012 9:31:37 GMT -5
Sorina stirred when she felt something drawing on her. Her ears twitched as he spoke, eyes opening with a yawn before they gazed upward. "Okay, okay" she said groggily. Knowing that he was older now, he probably needed regular meat. She smiled a bit as she thought about this. He was growing up so fast. "Lets go get you something to eat." She stretched out her limbs before padding out of the den, with him still ontop of her. "What would you like to eat my son?" She asked curiously.
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Post by Blake on Nov 15, 2012 11:45:53 GMT -5
Howlite beamed when his mother woke up and greeted him. He tried to stay on her when she moved but he fell of in a fit of giggles then rolled around before jumping to his paws. When he was asked what he would like to eat, he calmed and tilted his head. "Durd!" He answered after a moments thought then darned out of the den. His ears twitched as they perked straight up. He was trying to listen for the birds but because of the cold, there wasnt much tweeting. "Whewe dey goes?!" He asked, baffled.
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Post by Katie on Nov 15, 2012 14:32:39 GMT -5
Sorta shook her head as she watched her son roll around in fits and giggles. "Oh my Howlee.." She said through a smile as she glanced up to see what he was talking about but than she remembered something that her mother told her as a pup. "Well, do you know why we are here instead of our home?" She asked questionably. She would give him a moment to figure it out before moving on. "When the birds get too cold, they need to fly somewhere warmer, just like we had to come here to get warmer. Its called- Migrating." She said simply as she arrived at the cache. She turned towards her son softly. "The bires are gone until Spring when the flowers come back just like we will be back home once the birds start to return." She added and leaned into the cache to tear a piece of meat off just for him. "Eat this." She added losing him the piece of hare.
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Post by Blake on Nov 15, 2012 15:52:11 GMT -5
Howlite listened to his mother very closely and silently. He was siting back on his haunches, until he heard her voice moving away and her paws hitting the ground. He quickly lifted up and padded after her. "Mmmmmidation? durds midation? howee knows." He padded perfectly beside her until she stopped at the cache. He sniffles about and tilted his head. He poked at the meat once then jumped back as if expecting it to fight back. "Whaa dis?" He asked then poked it again when he didnt hear it move. "Dead durd?"
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