Kingsfall Rocka my Baby

Her proprioception was still a little off when it came to getting the hang of using her legs while she was still learning to walk.  So it was a little frustrating for her that after falling over while listening to her mother speak with the man she could not get her legs to cooperate in helping her to stand back up.  However after another moment she was able to at least sit up and her interest in the ground was soon lost when her blurry vision caught the large man coming toward to brush the dirt off of her from her fall.  She watched him as he stepped back curious about him and what he might really look like, in fact she wondered what a lot of things really looked like. Inna didn’t fight when her Kisla brought her closer to her, it was after all her safe place.  The feel of her mother’s tongue on her head she couldn’t help her eyes closing.  As Kisla continued to speak with the man Inna buried her muzzle in the fur of her mother’s chest.  She looked up when her mother spoke once more to the man still curious about the conversation that they were having.  It wasn’t until then that she really started to wonder what exactly the grown ups talked about.  She hoped that maybe she would be able to find out one day.

(This post was last modified: Jul 09, 2015, 02:52 AM by Inna.)

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Finally, it seemed little Inna had settled down. Not food, or warmth, but it was attention she sought. And not just anyone's would do, apparently, for sticking his nose into the den had done little to calm the child down. She wanted only her mother – and who could blame the cub? That's how pups were supposed to be raised. The fact that his childhood hadn't gone according to such a plan was only a testament to what a horrible being his own dam actually was.

Hefting a sigh, he cast aside the memory and drew his gaze from child back to mother, tipping his head in silent assessment. "She will," he said eventually, nothing but confidence coloring his tone. "She ain't ready yet, Ah'd say. Ain't her nature, violence." As he'd said before, Karina would never be a soldier, not a skirmisher, not even really a hunter. "Bu' give 'er time. She's already gettin' better. Had t' understan', first, tha' wha' makes her different doesn' handicap her. Jes' a different set of circumstance tha' she's gotta handle differently. An' she's startin' t' get tha', now. Startin' t' learn, now. Progress. S'progress," he finally trailed off, having little else to explain to the Queen. Unless she wanted details of exercises and discussions, he imagined that would suffice. It wouldn't do to say too much, after all, not before his student was ready to display her skills to her family. As far as he could tell, she did not want to disappoint them, and he'd have no hand in that.

Lifting himself, the wolf shook any dust from his pelt before offering the alpha, and her young princess, a small bow. "Looks like she's gettin' tired." 'Er somethin', he thought to himself, one ear swiveling. "Ah'll leave y'two. Good speakin' with ya, Kisla," he hummed, nodding again. "An' you, Inna."

Maybe a post from @Kisla and Inna each, and we can archive? Seemed like a natural place to end. c:

Inna seemed to settle – the dark girl settled in to her mother’s warmth, and in turn, Kisla would smooth her crown with the tip of her wet nose, inhaling sharply and instantly comforted by the scent that came from her. She still held the faint smell of a baby – and even more so, the distinct smell that was simply hers -- familiar, and soothing to the mother. Time went by so fast, it had only felt like she had held her other three children just like this only a short while ago. Now, all three were bigger than her.. and only yearlings still.

Kjors seemed to understand Karina more than most, and for that, the honeyed woman was grateful to the man. She questioned the attention he did lavish upon her daughter – the purity of it, or his true intentions.. and yet no other had made Karina quite so happy as of yet.

He stood then, giving his pelt a shake before making to dismiss himself. Kisla did not follow his actions right away, but soon pushed herself up, nudging Inna toward the den entrance where it was likely a nap would take place within. “Thank you, Kjors,” she offered, her tone warm and genuine. Her bright eyes would drift down to Inna then, wondering allowing the girl a moment to bid her farewell if she saw fit before the leader would hustle her back in to the safety of the den.. where Lekalta remained, completely undisturbed in her sleep.

sparking up my heart

The warmth that she felt when she snuggled into her mother’s fur while she waited for the adults to finish their talk was a comfort to Inna after waking up and finding her mother gone from the den.  Though she had no idea of the words that were being said above her she also found comfort in the tone of voice that her mother was using with the male.  It wasn’t one of distress or anger which helped Inna to feel that the man wasn’t someone to be feared.  Though she could not see his face clearly because her vision was still blurry she felt that she would not forget a voice such as his. Finally Inna’s ears picked up the sound of movement and she felt her mother rise above her only a moment before she felt herself being nudged.  Inna did as instructed moving toward the darkness that would lead her back into the den and hopefully it would be time for her dinner since she was getting rather hungry. Before she was to disappear into the darkness and warmth of the den she did stop to offer a good bye whimper to the male that had come to visit.

(This post was last modified: Aug 16, 2015, 06:36 PM by Inna.)

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