@Emrys @Nauja @Ryker @Ambrosia @Ishtar @Salix @Sylva @Hawthorne
May 31st. Late morning. Cloudy. 71*F, 25*C
Just over two weeks had passed since the birth of Elyan and Arwyn, the newest additions to White Fir Notch. Already in such a short span of time, the siblings were developing rapidly and growing stronger by the day. But they were not yet ready to leave the den and meet the pack just yet. Jynx spent most of her time holed up in the shelter of her den, wrapped around her babies lovingly while they nursed, slept and in between, made feeble attempts at crawling or wrestling. Her thoughts were filled with memories, both distant and recent. Last year she had the pleasure of engaging with Luica, Ryker and Aleris. It had been those times that had first brought out her deeply buried, nurturing instinct, even though they were not her own. Back then she had been perfectly content playing pup sitter, teacher or chew toy, settled with the reality that she would never bear children as Raela did. Never would she have imagined in just a years time that little dream would be made real. But it came with the bittersweet price in the absence of her dear friends and their daughters. She often pictured the smiles she knew they would be wearing, of how happy they were for her and Emrys. Hopefully in the future Gent would do good on his word and pay his old home a visit. For now her focus was on the new lives she cared for, while her mate did his best to keep the pack running smoothly. Having inherited the Notch, it was entirely possible that either their son or daughter would take the reigns one day.
A sense of loss still lingered in her heart though. Their third child hadn't made it, and he would never know the wonders and the challenges of the world. As the days passed, the pain eased bit by bit and the tawny female had to resign herself to the fact that this was simply how life was sometimes. She and Emrys had seen to it their lost son wasn't forgotten. Shortly after the birth, she allowed her mate to whisk him away, picking out a tranquil place to rest eternally. Confined in the den for hours on end made the mother restless, and she only ever left the side of her children for short periods of time to relieve herself or grab a meal from a cache. She also made short, quick trips to the graves site of her deceased son, spending no more than ten minutes there. He was buried under a small, lone fir tree, cradled in between two thick roots. Just yards from the river, it was a peaceful place where the gentle rushing of the water would soothe his newly freed spirit. She would have stayed longer, deep in reflective thought, if not for the well being of Elyan and Awryn back in the den, who were surely missing the warmth and warm meals their mother provided. With a resigned sigh, the queen lifted herself up out of her seated position. Her yellow eyes lingered wistfully on the mound of fresh soil beneath her paws a moment longer. I'll be back again soon little one... Were her thoughts as she turned away to head back to the nursing den. She had been away from her cubs long enough for one day, and she was loathe to leave them unattended for much longer. The distance between the burial site and that of her own den was only a stones throw. Hurriedly her slender ivory legs set to work in taking her back, easily navigating the same path she had traversed many times over the last two weeks. This time getting home would not be so uneventful or cut and dry. Grazing in a small clearing, one of many that dotted this region of their territory, was a bull Bison, eagerly making the most of the succulent new grass. With him were two cows and their newborn calves. They had likely splintered away from the main herd for some reason, or had gotten lost. Either way, Jynx had not noticed them earlier, nor did she now. That is, until a deep snort and a stomp of hooves from the big bull made her freeze. Yellow irises widened, her ears pinning back. Shit. She hadn't realized there were a group of bison in the area. And what's worse, was that she was so close. Normally, given the space between predator and prey, they would have ignored each other. But not today. As far as the bull was concerned, this lone wolf was far too close to his females and young for comfort. He wanted her gone, and gone now. With an angry toss of his massive, horned head, he bulldozed his way forward in a full charge. With a defensive, shrill snarl, Jynx gave ground and leapt away, with the bull still hot on her heels. In the heat of the moment of saving her own hide, she only realized at the last second, that it was between her and the den.