Two loups slowly padded through the green and living forest. One was as silver as a comet, the other, with red fourrure that would remind one of fire. The fiery she-wolf was swollen with pups. She knew that her time would soon come, as did her mate. As if knowing that the pair was in a fragile situation, no animaux ou foliage blocked their exit from the dense forest. The sky was now turning an amber-like colour, speckled par plump and lazy white clouds, rimmed with the sky's colour.
The pair of loups were nearing the exit to the forest. The comet attempted to comfort his fiery partner, but only succeeded in receiving a sharp nip to the nose. He immediately drew back, and remained silent. The two loups penetrated the leaves, led par the comet, and burst into a grassy opening, that led to plus forest, cleaved into two par a slow flowing river. The pair padded over, attempting to cross, when the swollen loup began to pant heavily. Her legs turned to water, and they felt as if they could simply escape with the stream. Her mate, now wide eyed, helped her into land and perched her onto a flat rock, with fleeting warmth from the evening's sun.
As the jour neared nightfall, pups were born. One, with blue eyes reassembling the water of the river, and silvery fourrure reassembling it's father. The other, with slightly dimmer red fourrure then it's mother, with beautiful and deep hazel eyes that it received as a gift from its mother. Two beautiful she-wolves, born into a cruel world of unforgiving life, and rewarding perseverance. The silver furred one would be named Brooke, from which the river's brook she was born near. The other, Hazel, named after her Hazel eyes.
The two partners, gazed down upon their offspring that quickly rushed to the warm scent of rich milk. The parents simply smiled. That was all that was needed, as their gazes spoke
plus then words. The mother looked up at her mesmerized mate. He turned to her. His eyes spoke for him. 'Well done, my dear Kate...' He said, silently. 'You as well, my loving Humphrey...'
(I will post plus when I have access to a computer, because I posté this on my IPod, and this was DAMN hard... Please commentaire and rate on what toi think... ^^)
The pair of loups were nearing the exit to the forest. The comet attempted to comfort his fiery partner, but only succeeded in receiving a sharp nip to the nose. He immediately drew back, and remained silent. The two loups penetrated the leaves, led par the comet, and burst into a grassy opening, that led to plus forest, cleaved into two par a slow flowing river. The pair padded over, attempting to cross, when the swollen loup began to pant heavily. Her legs turned to water, and they felt as if they could simply escape with the stream. Her mate, now wide eyed, helped her into land and perched her onto a flat rock, with fleeting warmth from the evening's sun.
As the jour neared nightfall, pups were born. One, with blue eyes reassembling the water of the river, and silvery fourrure reassembling it's father. The other, with slightly dimmer red fourrure then it's mother, with beautiful and deep hazel eyes that it received as a gift from its mother. Two beautiful she-wolves, born into a cruel world of unforgiving life, and rewarding perseverance. The silver furred one would be named Brooke, from which the river's brook she was born near. The other, Hazel, named after her Hazel eyes.
The two partners, gazed down upon their offspring that quickly rushed to the warm scent of rich milk. The parents simply smiled. That was all that was needed, as their gazes spoke
plus then words. The mother looked up at her mesmerized mate. He turned to her. His eyes spoke for him. 'Well done, my dear Kate...' He said, silently. 'You as well, my loving Humphrey...'
(I will post plus when I have access to a computer, because I posté this on my IPod, and this was DAMN hard... Please commentaire and rate on what toi think... ^^)
