Sex: Female
Backdated to 8/8, a week before Inger's death. For @Llinnea only.
Little baby boy, gazing up above
listen to your mama's words, sung to you in love;
we are doomed, we are doomed,
we are born to be entombed,
we are doomed, doomed, doomed, doomed, doomed.
You're gonna grow so fast, and when you are a man
please recall your mama's words, every time you can;
we are doomed, we are doomed,
we're conceived to be consumed,
we are doomed, doomed, doomed, doomed, doomed.
— Disjointed
Inger found herself feeling just a little bit safer, now that they were included with the rest of the pack. There would be more bodies for him to get through before he could harm any of them, but only if they stayed home. It was hard to properly impress upon her children without outright scaring them, something she hadn't the heart to do. They had a right to grow and learn and that meant going a little further out into the world each day, but...
She wasn't ready for it, any of it. Bringing home one of the children's favorite treats, she intended on summoning them for one of their most familiar rituals; story time. All too soon, they likely would outgrow this and insist on spending their time another way, likely independent of her. Inger wished to cherish these moments while they were still available.
Entering the den, she glanced to the others of the pack and nodded her head in hello while heading for her children who were thankfully both present. Curling up against their usual place along the den's earthen walls, she placed the carcass down and called them to her with a chuff.
(This post was last modified: Oct 21, 2022, 04:02 AM by Chan.)