Whitestone Monadnock 'errie, 'errie, berries

It seemed her reaction had upset them all, from @Kara's nip to Odin's wail and @Craw's more resentful hiss. She would have rolled her eyes but didn't want her small children picking up on such sass at their tender young age so she moved closer to where Craw cradled the boy, apologetically hooking her muzzle under his jaw before lowering her head to press her nose into Odin's dark cheek. "Those are blueberries. You can have one or two but never that many. We aren't caribou, we eat meat." It was a life lesson that he happened to learn the hard way and perhaps would never leave the boy, but sometimes that was the best way to make sure the lesson stuck.

With a heavy sigh she considered the options - thankfully it was a warm day and the lake beneath their rock seemed to be quite shallow. She hadn't noticed any sturgeon yet so she felt a little more secure in the decision she was about to make. Perhaps it was time for a swimming lesson. "Let's go for a walk Kára!" she suggested rather cheerfully as she moved to scoop up Odin in her jaws. It would be slow going with her daughter in tow but she couldn't very well leave her here to suffer the same ill fate as her brother.

 

Kára's eyes stared on wide in horror as her brother seemed to spill everything from inside to the outside. Her mother seemed perfectly fine and Cer was wrapped around O in comfort, the pup could see his mouth moving but not hear the words. Suddenly he looked upwards with curled lips and hissed words and the red child sunk backwards. This was the look that they got when somebody got in trouble, had her or her brother done something bad? Oh.

Not her and not Odin. Mum was in trouble. Casting her blue eyes upwards towards the towering image of her mother standing over her she waited to see how she would react. She had never seen her mum get in trouble before. Would she act like her and Odin did when they got in trouble? All pinned ears and tucked tails and whimpering apologies? None of those things happen. Instead the pups were addressed; no more berries and they would be fine.

Still any plantology lessons were quickly forgotten with the invitation for a walk was presented and instead ears perked forward. All prior negative energy lifted instantly as she bounced to her mother's side, "Yes yes yes!"  Glancing behind her she looked onto Cer to see if he would be coming for a walk with them as well or if Mum was still in trouble.  Then she scrambled alongside the pair so as to not be left behind.

 

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The small boy curled on himself as Dah picked him up, taking deep breaths that were cut short by the rancid stench that had escaped from his rear end. Jaws parted in another silent heave but already he was feeling recovered, the churning of his guts ceasing their rolls and groans. Earth beneath his paws again a small shudder wracked his frame, Craw's hiss all but missed as he threw the bushes a dirty look. He processed his mothers words and let them bury their way right into the back of his brain. Not meat, not food, and he wouldn't forget it in a hurry. 

As his mother spoke of a walk, his spirits picked up, tail waving until his mother scooped him up, a frown plastering on his dark face. "No Ma! Down!" For all his legs were shaky, if Kára was walking, he was too. When his mother put him down he ran to his saviour, grateful kisses offered to Craw's silver chin. "We go?" he questioned turning on his mother and sister with a wave of his poop matted tail. What sort of adventure did their mother have planned for them today?

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Any reaction less measured would have started off a dangerous spiral downwards, but @Morganna was not all the wild, irrational creature some wolves believed. Craw's simmering anger cooled as she tucked her snout under his, a step back from her laughter, and he in turn was able to distance himself from his heated (and, he now realised, over-) reaction. The mother explained Odin's error in plain terms and Craw wondered if it was for his benefit, too. Blueberries. They could do this? He would have felt foolish if he did not also feel entirely justified in his overprotective paranoia. Every bone in his body steadfastly refused to ignore any potential danger to any child of his - and Odina and @Kara were increasingly considered as such.

Still climbing out of the dark hole his mind had fallen into, Craw only watched as Morganna deftly offered a distraction for them, scooping Odin into her jaws and stepping away with an eager Kara in tow. Still processing his own reaction to the preceding events, Craw did not even question that he would remain behind until Odin freed himself of his mother's hold and dashed back, and the display of innocent love helped to pull Craw out a little faster.

"Okay," he wheezed quietly, getting to his feet as he pressed his nose against Odin's tiny cheek, feeling the size disparity, not regretting his emotional reaction at all. Glancing up to Morganna, he flicked his ears back and dipped his head just slightly, an apology for doubting her, a hope that she could understand. But she couldn't, not fully, not yet.

"Let's go," he said, and bopped Odin's flank as he made to follow after his mate and her children, their children, his children.