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The wonderful thing about pups was that when they were young enough, they didn't have the same ingrained politicking everyone else did. There was family, there was friends, and there were important figures that did this or that which might interest them, and that was that. No tragic histories yet to be made, no terrible mistakes or guilts to follow them like shadows, nothing more pressing than getting food and finding something interesting to do for the day. Sundew loved that about them, and she found them that more precious when they started to be born in the new pack lands, one more step removed from the Murkwood Court's tragedy and one step further into their bright new future.
To them, Sundew was a lady wolf who had weird eyes, and it was refreshing. She didn't have to be looked at with awe unless a parent pointed out that this was The Terran, the savior of the pack. (As if she wasn't one part of many that had worked toward such a goal.) Those times were awkward, where the pup might decide to learn distance or apologize for tugging her ear too hard; the ones that carried on could be few and far between. And a part of her, the one that was still Elvish in practicality even as the rest drifted into dreamland, wondered if one day she might be paraded a litter as a means to ask her about her own. The rumors were starting. There wasn't anything she could do now.
Today she sat by the large protrusions of an old tree, enjoying the shade the vista before her: several pups were at play in some game of...tag? The rules seemed to keep changing, which was upsetting the littlest one. Nearby, a caretaker watched from the corner of her eyes as she chatted with a visiting friend. Here at least she could take a deep breath and relax, soak in the scene and allow herself a feeling of triumph. Whatever else was said of her, this joy was worth it.
