Oak Tree Bend the aftermath

"Don't go shouting out loud that you're claiming the crown" To Nalda’s mild horror, the pup reacted to her touch with and indignant screech, drawing the attention of the surrounding wolves. Even more distraught, the young woman looked around with mildly panicked eyes, gaze landing on her aunt as the mother tilting back her head and laughed heartily. Knowing full well that she was the cause of this amusement, Nalda felt heat rise to her cheeks, muzzle ducking slightly as the queen came towards her. But Aponi’s good mood apparently extended to mercy, and she lowered her head to take back control of the wandering child. Nalda gave a quiet, but heavy, sigh of relief, meeting her Aunt’s icy gaze with a clear glow of gratitude in her golden ones. Perhaps she’d learn to handle the youngsters, it wasn’t like she actively disliked them or anything. She just had no idea what to do with them, so tiny and helpless. To her great embarrassment, the russet-eared youth had found that the puppies were the most intimidating thing she’d ever been confronted with, and it would take quite some time to get used to it. So as the others continued to adore the pups, Serach playing with the more lively girl while Aponi kept watch of her little visitor - Ayla - Nalda slowly withdrew, the hint of a smile on her features, despite it all. There was life and happiness in Oak Tree Bend, and much more promise than she’d ever felt among the Pines. And she might just enjoy being a part of it all. Word Count: 255 Thoughts "Speech"

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The not-Momma who looked kind of familiar seemed unphased by her head thump and that was good enough for Mabel. He leaned in closer, to nuzzle her and the sub crinkled her own snout in response. Now was not the time for nuzzling and cuddling it was the time for fighting and wrestling and roughhousing! She liked to do this with her siblings and her Momma’s big silver muzzle when she would open those big jaws and wave them around and let them crawl all over her.

Thankfully, the cream not-Momma seemed to sense these thoughts and he laid upon the ground to accept all the future headbutts with gusto. Not only did he accept her wrestling but he added something, a paw to bat at her which Mabel gleefully began nipping at. Not hard enough to intentionally hurt him but a few of the bites may have gotten out of hand, she was nothing but a child afterall. The others began to drift away but Mabel payed them no attention, that was saved all for her father. Even after she began to get tired and her wrestling became less intense and more lazy.

Mabel was already beginning to drift off to sleep intermittently, pressed against her father’s paws. She awoke to her mother’s gentle but insistent prodding as she was jostled back towards the den. Their first journey into the world was over.

FADE