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 Posted: Tue Jan 27, 2009 6:19 am
-The time passed so quickly for the young family. A fairytale family for a young teen girl, and much like her younger life Cascata was blissfully happy about it all. A mate in her very best friend, three little girls that were so bright and all so different. Perhaps it was because she had been sheltered in the safety of the pack, perhaps it was because she was a little 'slow', but as of yet life for the wild dog had been bliss.
Finally an adult herself, in body atleast, Cascata had watched her young ones grow until now, they were almost as old as she was when she had them. Almost as tall too. Oh how quickly it all went.
Slowly she walked, pausing to sniff softly at each little flower she passed.-
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Posted: Wed Mar 04, 2009 12:48 pm
Nanu had it in big time. She seemed happy to be in the pack when others were around.. But often. She didn't know if anyone noticed but sometimes, after the others talked and such with the pack about her.. She'd leave. To go and meet others but within pack boundaries. Now that she was older.. It felt like she needed to leave.. and her sisters seemed so skeptical to her.. Maybe they'll leave to? Was that even allowed she thought..
But time past and her body seemed to get bigger and taller and all else was 'coming together in one big puzzle' just about ready to be solved. She had jewels of where her rabbit found and made for her to wear.. Looking like a real princess indeed.
She was walking throw the foresty path.. Looking down most of the time and looking a bit under the weather.. she slowly came up til she bumped in to something, and right then she was greeted by a rump. A rather.. big one to say the least ~ wait.. It was her mother. Nanu's ears shot up as she took a step back and lowered her head with a goofy smile. As though to say 'sorry mom' ;; in a nervous way from not watching where she was going. Her gems jingled as it cross she went down. The gravity and wind together making them chime like the sea of fur upon Nanu's pelt. A wag of her tail would let her know of the playful side she inherited for sure.
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