It was a beautiful day outside, in all truth. Not too hot, but not too cool either, just perfect. The weather had thankfully cooled since the morning's blaze.
She had gone hunting earlier that morning and had managed to catch something good. 2 something goods in all actuality. 2 big, plump, rabbits. She had dropped them into the catche a little while back, and that is why she found herself walking around the birthing den now. Deciding to just be lazy for a while longer, the petite wolf headed to a sunny patch of grass, a couple of yards away from the birthing den.
Plopping onto the lush green grass, Inali got comfortable, placing her paws neatly under her chin. Closing her eyes and drinking in the warm sun, she found herself thinking of home. Pleasant memories for a change.
Inali, as a little newborn pup, just a month old, stepping out of the den for the first time.
Curiosity getting the best of her, the runt of the litter blinked her eyes to adjust to the bright light of outside. It was pretty different from the cool darkness of the birthing den.
Girls her age should be out of the den by now, play fighting with their father as he called them, 'My little princess.' But Inali was different from other girls. She didnt have a 'daddy'. She had a 'King.' Her father was a cold hearted man, who didnt pay attention to his little girl. At least she had her mother.
Pawing at a ladybug, Inali's tinkling laughter flowed through the air, happiness radiating through her small body. It's such a cute little thing, Inali thought with a smile.
"What are you laughing at sweetheart?," she heard her mother's voice behind her. Turning around, Inali smiled brightly. The ladybug, who had by this point, crawled onto the young pup's paw, scurried around. Thrusting her small paw into her mother's face, she exclaimed brightly, "Isnt it pwetty, mummy!?" Laughing, her mother responded, "It's beautiful, honeybee."
Softly lowering her daughter's paw onto the ground, the ladybug flew away, and before her daughter could start to cry, the mother of Inali nipped her daughter playfully on her shoulder and ran.
A hearty game of 'Tag' thus began, which ended with both of the females tangled together onto the ground, their clear laughter flowing through the air. When they had both sobered up, Inali face was placed right in the crook of her mothers shoulder. "I wove ou mummy," Inali whispered. "I love you too baby girl. My little princess," her mother whispered back, with all the love she possessed.
Present-day Inali grinned wistfully at the memory. It was one of the few precious ones she had of her childhood days.