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Come down, come down sweet reverence - Iopah - May 13, 2015 for Zia May 13 2015, Mid-Morning, Light Breeze 66F/19C Koda tagged as an fyi, cause he will be shown the den she ends up finding xD [dohtml] The nice weather was holding. It had been twenty-four hours since they had claimed the broken pines as their own and in that time the only thing to fall from the sky was bird shit. As if on cue a bird cried out from somewhere above. Iopah slowed even further, belly swaying after she'd stopped and peered up at it. She was finally beginning to grow used to the near-constant sound of woodpeckers, but the massive trees still gave her pause every time she came up to one. There were just so huge! Even on their side, the tops stretched far over her head. If she hadn't been so pregnant, she might have been tempted to make a scrambling jump over them. Inexplicably, she found herself drawn to them anyways. Every time she stopped, whether speaking with @Silentium or being distracted by not-quite-familiar sounds, she would drift to inspect the dark shadows under the trees. Iopah wasn't a timid wolf by nature, but found herself craving the close cramped spaces under the fallen trees. The other's were busy in their tasks of searching out suitable cache locations and marking the new borders, and Iopah tried to hide her increasing distraction. Finally, she let herself fall behind the others; not leaving, but neither bothering to catch up with them. Her path turned away from the borders and away from the foot-paths being formed. She let out a deep sigh and felt her sides brush an alder shoot with the exhale. Something inside her rolled at the brief contact. Iopah's ears folded halfway and she turned to touch her muzzle to her belly, trying to communicate with her children that she knew and to be patient. She was looking. "Speech."RE: Come down, come down sweet reverence - Zia - May 17, 2015 [dohtml]
#Puppystyle_Zia p { text-indent: 15px; margin-top:25px;} [/dohtml] RE: Come down, come down sweet reverence - Iopah - May 17, 2015 @Zia Hiya fellow wolf mom! as a note the den she'll find has been described in her birthing thread[dohtml] It only took that gentle touch to quiet her unborn children. Iopah lingered over her flanks a moment, listening quietly and breathing softly across the pale curves. The cream fur stirred, but the pups underneath remained peaceful. In moments like this the past lost all meaning. They were her children and they would always be worth it. She sighed wistfully and pulled her muzzle away, ducking her head to slip harmlessly under a thorn-crusted salmonberry. Despite the current quietness, she knew it wouldn't last. Trailing the length of fallen cedar, she poked around the naturally-formed scoop where it's roots had pulled out of the earth. It was spacious and soft-floored, but much too exposed. Skin prickled at the idea of delivering in such a public den. She pulled away with a listening ear flick back to her flanks. They had been more active the past few days than ever before. It was no longer uncoordinated spinning and random kicks, but a distinct jostling for position. The search brought her to an open patch of forest. There were no fallen trees to block sight and the shrubs were too low to offer any shelter yet. She caught sight of a narrow tunnel and ambled slowly towards it. The soft rustle made her tail lift in dominance and head swerve to see the guest. Zia drifted over to her, pace matching with such ease that Iopah never had to slow or veer as she stepped closer to the tunnel. Without much thought she moved to rest her muzzle firmly on Zia's shoulder in greeting, then dropped her head to inspect the dark tunnel. It certainly seemed deep enough and unoccupied, but.... The alpha looked around the clearing again, grimacing at the stark openness and deciding nope. She shook her head at Zia's question and started to pad further into the forest. "I'm hoping I'll just know it when I find it, but... I've never done this before." Having reached the edge of the clearing, Iopah turned to glance at her companion. Likely Zia had as many questions as she did, but there had been little chance to talk before now. "What about you?" There was a certain relief in having some time away from Koda and Silentium and their constant hovering. There was another kind of relief in not having to pretend to have all the answers with Zia. RE: Come down, come down sweet reverence - Zia - Jun 06, 2015 [dohtml]
[/dohtml] RE: Come down, come down sweet reverence - Iopah - Jun 08, 2015 lemme know if the description doesn't make sense, lol I'll make a stick-figure diagram
[dohtml]Zia and Iopah ranged though the forest, letting their paths wander and veer as they searched. It was not the close physical contact that connected the two woman, rather the conversation that flowed as they searched together. Iopah's own soft agreements were added to the soft murmur and her own apprehensions were finally voiced. Zia, she knew, would understand her fears. What if something went wrong inside her children? What if something went wrong inside her? "I wish I'd paid more attention in the past...." Sometimes Iopah felt like she was just going along with what her body wanted. Her unborn pups were moving again. Not kicking, but moving. It was like the movement of sand in an hourglass to her subconscious. Iopah veered away from Zia, purposely avoiding any but the other pregnant woman. No others would understand their primordial search and she had no patience for any of them now. Ears pitched back as the pale alpha backed out the wide space under a fallen tree. If it felt open now, how would she feel in the midst of delivering her helpless children? Not good, her huff sounded out in answer. She sighed and lifted her head in time to catch 'got something here'. Following the voice, Iopah drifted over to stand next to the silver woman and looked upon the den with her. The tunnel wound directly through the roots of a tree and Iopah immediately thought of her old den at the base of a tree back in the thicket. She couldn't bring herself to consider a spot that reminded her so much of a home that had clearly not wanted the pups in her belly. Zia was welcome to the den if she so wanted it. Leaving the silver woman to make a tedious inspection, Iopah circled around the tree. Her dark nose was stuck under the dense brush ever few steps. She wanted to make sure this den was safe for Zia, there could be no mistakes here. It was clear and she offered an encouraging smile coming back to the front of the tree again. Expecting Zia would stay near the den, Iopah set out again. Her body followed the dense clusters of foliage as they lead away from the first den site. It felt good to be so sheltered and hidden, that she didn't notice the thorns for several minutes. She was used to them and it was easy to avoid injury, but she did pause to study the dense foliage nearest her. Peering through the tangle, she could see there was something on the other side of it. An loud woof was given in unrestrained excitement to Zia. Iopah was used to thorns after her time in the thicket, but it took delicacy to push enough aside for the two woman to slip through. The clearing was rather small and partially edged by a fallen cedar that extended beyond the thorny perimeter. Off to the side, shadowed by the fallen cedar, was a long-abandoned fox den. "Speech." |