Post by Pavane on Jun 2, 2012 2:40:33 GMT -5
Bristlecone and Sanuye's very own Pakwa and Dahlia!
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A squeaky, very wide, toothless yawn is the start of the 'day' for little Pakwa; the little she-pup with the crescent markings about her eyes has finally opened them, a cobalt blue for the time being, but later, the grey will fade with age. She's nestled where she always is, of course; next to mommy, in the denning hole. But she's got to admit, just laying next to mommy, while warm, and with food nearby, is awesome... it's just.. It needs some sort of coolness factor it at the moment lacks. But in her wrigglings and snufflings, Pakwa has noticed a coolness factor that might just be reached! Her head lifts, and she squeaks and snorts a little, as she makes a little 'Rooo!" noise at the cooless of a great bright roundness just out of reach of her at the moment. She starts to sort of swimmy-shimmy-scuttle towards it slowly, keen on exploration. On experimentation. On achieving A coolness factor of her own!
The big round brightness... goes away! Not just gets dim like it does sometimes, no. It goes away almost entirely, except for a little bit of bright around the very edges. Gasp! Whatever could have happened? Well, whatever it was, it stops after a few moments and the round brightness comes back. Oh! and daddy's here now. How does he manage that trick where he disappears and reappears? He's here a lot, of course, but not nearly so much as mommy is... though sometimes mommy vanishes too, and daddy stays here. The world is certainly full of mystery, but now it's full of mystery and a daddy with a vole in his muzzle and a wagging tail.
Sanuye is sleeping, happly snuggling around her three little bundles of joy. A ear twitches a times along with a faint snuffle heard while she tilts her head still rather sleepy it would seem! Her eyes slowly open, ears perking forwrad as her gaze settles upon Bristle and her tail slowly sways about as she is happy to see him. She soon catches sight of a little pup that is trying to escape. "Pakwa.." Is murmured out softly, a faint giggle escaping her at the sight of the cute fluffy puppy trying to make a denbreak!
Wait! What?! The hole disappears! But then it returns. But in the time it disappeared... Daddy! Has appeared. She squeaks at him noisily, and then waaatches him, head turning toward him. Huh? Squeak, squeak squeak. Sniff sniff sniff. Direction changes. That's a strange smell daddy brought with him, what WAS that funny thing in his mouth?
Bristlecone wags his tail happily, nodding to Sanuye, then looks down at his wiggly little puppy with a grin around the vole. He sets the dead critter down. "Heyyy, Pakwa. See, this's dinner." He noses at it to make it wobble. "At least, when you're older. For now, it's mommy's dinner." He grins. "You can play with it first, though!" Because mommy won't mind drooled-on and mauled vole, right?
Psh. Why go away from the warm and safe fuzzy mother thing? Dahlia is totally happy right where she is pressed up against mom's belly. Plus, she's marveling at this whole "looking around" thing. There are all sorts of shapes and things to see! There's the bright hole. And then there's another fuzzy thing that always seems to be at her side, eating up food. And The Big Fuzzy, who is dad. Speaking of, there he is now! BUt...nope. Still not enough for her to venture away, but she does make a squeaky sort of noise and gives a wriggle. Her way of saying...what up, dad!
Sanuye doesn't mind drooled and mauled on vole, not at all! She grins while looking to Dahlia and chuckles osftly while a yawn escapes her and she slowly stretches. "There growing up so quickly." She says with an almost sad like tone as she looks to her daughters and smiles happly. "But still all fluffy and cutness.."
Squeaka. Pakwa almost stands, wobbles, and then sort of lizard-strikes her way toward Momma and the vole and Daddy and the vole, and there she stops, looking curiously up at the vole, sniffling and chirping and wroooing softly.
Yes. Bristlecone nods to Sanuye. So quickly! That squeaking... next thing you know comes finding mates and moving off to distant territories, where they'll never ever even write a letter or visit their poor ailing parents. It's true! Bristlecone yarps back to mama's-girl Dahlia, grinning to her, then noses down at the vole again. Wobble! It goes wobble, too. See Pakwa? Woooobbbbbllle.
What in the world..? Dahlia sees the vole, oh yes she does (cuz she's an expert seer now!) but she does not know where it belongs in her little world! Mom is definitely the provider of food and nuzzles. The Big Fuzzy is not a food source, but he's ok and gives her nuzzles too. The two sisters at her side are entertainment, warmth, and play. But /that/ thing? It may warrant more investigation! Dahlia considers, watching her sister do her thing with the vole. Um um! Ok here she goes, but just for a quick moment! Crawl, crawl, squiggle. She's going to the vole! She's at the vole! She...stares at the vole!
Wobble. Gasp. Squeak!" "Eee!" Pakwa warbles eagerly, before she wiggle wiggle wiggles over and half props herself up on her legs to... Swat! an ungainly, awkward swat of forepaw, with stubby, furless toepaws. Whip!.. Wubwub, it wubbles. GASP. ... "Eeee!" She squeaks eagerly, tail flopping slightly.
Sanuye smiles as she watches the two move over to the vole, she lets her head settle down upon her forepaws. "If its not already dead they shall gum it to that state." Though she is rather sure it is well, dead! An as Bristlecone is here mom seems to be dozing off rather quickly at the moment.
That's right, Pakwa! Maul that vole! "Oh, they'll be mighty hunters, soon enough!" Bristlecone grins proudly, because of course his daughters will be the bestest at... well... everything! Clearly. He giggles as he watches, for his pup's got the vole wobbling just fine on her own now. As for Dahlia the observer, she gets a grin, and a nose at her shoulder as an encouraging sort of 'Hey, pup!' thing.
Well it sure it interesting looking, Dahlia will give it that. Doesn't look like anything else she's seen in her short little life! Hearing her sister, she kinda shuffles nearer to her. Huh. So that's what you're supposed to do with it? Her father's nosing has her lifting her head, which in turn has her mouth hanging open a bit in a "whaa?" sort of expression of puppy cuteness. Ok! She can do this! She can go get that thing and do just what her sister is doing to it too! Resolved, she wobbles over and gumgumgum's! at Pakwa's tail. So much for attacking the vole...
Squerk! An interesting sound! Pakwa makes it as she's suddenly under attack from a mouth on her tail. She SCOQWLS at the wubbing vole. This is YOUR fault! She half curls and squeak squeaks complaintively at the gumming on her tail, before half rolling to her side and waving her jazz hand paws about. Nuuuu!
Oh, yes! Dahlia's got the idea, she knows exactly how to - attack her sister! Bristlecone laughs, his tail thumping against the dirt of the cave as he walks his paws down and settles on his belly to watch, nudging the vole aside in the process. Thwopspinthump it goes, rolling over a time and a half before lying on its back. Like Pakwa! Only rather less animately.
Dawn, y'know, sees an awful lot from up here, it's ironic she should be missing out on so much.
Mwuaha, she did it! Kind of. Not really, but hey she gave it a try! As her sister rolls, Dahlia loses her grip on the tail and it slides out of her mouth. Wah! Where'd it go? She turns her head this way and that, looking for it and instead seeing waving paws. Things have become a lot more animated over here. Flailing sister. Rolling voles. Time for a hasty retreat back to mom's safety! Scuttle scuttle!
Bah, wuss! Finding herself TRIUMPHANT! in the battle for the tail, the squeaky little Pakwa rolls back over to look for her wobbly toy and.. finds it gone. "Eeee?" she squeees softly, half-fold ears perking slightly at this. She looks about-- and sees what might be it! yes! And crawlcrawlcrawl, she approaches... Daddy's paw, and then reaches out a flaily pawstub of her own for that boopable daddeh nose.
Daddy-paw is like Pakwa-paw! Only far, far bigger. It's like... a paw... the size of a puppy! Gasp. Amazing. Okay, maybe not quite that big, but... still far too big to counterboop. He'd boop her entire head. At once. Instead, he's leaning in toward her to nose, when - thwap! His nose, it is got. "Yarp!" he goes, because puppeh claws are juuuust starting to develop something we like to call sharpness! At least, when they get a nose unexpectedly. Shakeshakeshake goes his head, his own ears briefly going floppy.
Safety! There. Right there against momma's belly. Dahlia is happy being back where she belongs while crazy ol' sister over there goes doing...lots of movement with The Big Fuzzy. She can have that. Looks dangerous. Yaaaaawn! Dahlia's had her adventure for the day, and now it's time for a puppy nap. That is...after a snack. She burrows against mother's belly and begins to suckle. And in the midst of this, she falls asleep. Such a great life puppies have!
Oh my gob, the DADDY THING made NOISE. Gasping in delight, eyes wide, and tail flopping side to side a moment, the little Pakwa-pup flails about a paw again trying to smack him for a similar response. He made NOISE! Noises are INTERESTING! Noises. Are. FUN! So of COURSE she needs to hear another one.
Thwap. Smack. Thump. Of course, now that daddy's /expecting/ it, he doesn't make noises /nearly/ so fascinating. More just little erps and grunts. Bristlecone shakes his head again, as if by doing so he can dislodge the pup-paw equivalent of a fly. Not so much, actually. Well. He'll just have to go on the offense! Big daddy-paw nudges at Pakwa's side to knock her over, and then.... BELLYKISSES! Lickalickfuzzleschmoooch!
Wait! What! Nooo! Squeaka squeak squeaka flail flail Pakwa squeeeeakas, the squeaks getting longer and longer until she could be laughing, but she's definetly flailing and her eyes are squinting slightly as if in delight when.. oop. A little pooty noise. Oh, dear. The first puppy gas. But no fear! For The Great Spirit does not put oder into the Puppy Poot until puppies are old enough to eat dirt and other things they find laying around!
Eyes. Go. Wide. Did his puppy just explode? Bristlecone blinks rapidly several times, inspecting her carefully and nosing testingly. All body parts still attached? In the correct configuration? Yes? Yes. Okay. Well! No harm done, then. Liiick!
And now the most humiliating thing of all. A BATH. Pakwa rooos! And root root rooos! IN complaint! As she's liiicked! before she rolls over, and tries to batbat at the tongue. Nuuuu no baff. She sticks her tongue out at him. ITTY BITTY PUPPY TUNG.
This, right here, is the most terrible part of being a puppy. You get BATHED. Nonconsensually! Not that puppies would consent, if asked, but that's beside the point. The great fuzzy things that are mom and dad just think, for some crazy reason, that they know better than you. That /they're/ the ones who should decide who gets nuzzled and who gets licked. Who gets cuddled, and who gets carried around. It's just horrible, the things they put the poor defenseless youngsters through. Awful! And it's so hard to resist. Batting at the tongue just means the /paws/ get a bath. Baths are implacable and faceless - oh, wait, no. They can involve faces. Lick!
Whine whine SQUEAK of indignance. Pakwa starts tryinng to retreat from the baff, back toward Mommy, who, sleeping, seems to be safer territory than Daddy!
Bristlecone laughs, and shakes his head. Dirty puppies need baths! Buuuuut he supposes Pakwa's bathing can wait. It's hard to get /too/ filthy crawling around inside the den, after all. Just dirt, not... icky things. He does rise to his paws, but it's to fetch the abandoned vole and bring it over to Sanuye. Right by her nose, where she'll see it - and can chomp it - as soon as she wakes up. Mamas must be fed.
And once she's safe by Momma, Pakwa mrrfles and snuffles and oh hey food. Latching on, she begins suckling, and soon falls to sleepy sucking at best. Food in the tummy makes a puppy sleepy after all. Sleep till you're hungry, eat till you're sleepy. Puppy life summed up.
Be adorable. Puppy life also involves being adorable. Bristlecone grins happily, settling himself down on the other side of the puppies from mama. Two coyotes between them make a very nice nest to hold cute pups inside. He settles his head on his paws, peering in to watch the sleepy little girls. Awwwww.
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A squeaky, very wide, toothless yawn is the start of the 'day' for little Pakwa; the little she-pup with the crescent markings about her eyes has finally opened them, a cobalt blue for the time being, but later, the grey will fade with age. She's nestled where she always is, of course; next to mommy, in the denning hole. But she's got to admit, just laying next to mommy, while warm, and with food nearby, is awesome... it's just.. It needs some sort of coolness factor it at the moment lacks. But in her wrigglings and snufflings, Pakwa has noticed a coolness factor that might just be reached! Her head lifts, and she squeaks and snorts a little, as she makes a little 'Rooo!" noise at the cooless of a great bright roundness just out of reach of her at the moment. She starts to sort of swimmy-shimmy-scuttle towards it slowly, keen on exploration. On experimentation. On achieving A coolness factor of her own!
The big round brightness... goes away! Not just gets dim like it does sometimes, no. It goes away almost entirely, except for a little bit of bright around the very edges. Gasp! Whatever could have happened? Well, whatever it was, it stops after a few moments and the round brightness comes back. Oh! and daddy's here now. How does he manage that trick where he disappears and reappears? He's here a lot, of course, but not nearly so much as mommy is... though sometimes mommy vanishes too, and daddy stays here. The world is certainly full of mystery, but now it's full of mystery and a daddy with a vole in his muzzle and a wagging tail.
Sanuye is sleeping, happly snuggling around her three little bundles of joy. A ear twitches a times along with a faint snuffle heard while she tilts her head still rather sleepy it would seem! Her eyes slowly open, ears perking forwrad as her gaze settles upon Bristle and her tail slowly sways about as she is happy to see him. She soon catches sight of a little pup that is trying to escape. "Pakwa.." Is murmured out softly, a faint giggle escaping her at the sight of the cute fluffy puppy trying to make a denbreak!
Wait! What?! The hole disappears! But then it returns. But in the time it disappeared... Daddy! Has appeared. She squeaks at him noisily, and then waaatches him, head turning toward him. Huh? Squeak, squeak squeak. Sniff sniff sniff. Direction changes. That's a strange smell daddy brought with him, what WAS that funny thing in his mouth?
Bristlecone wags his tail happily, nodding to Sanuye, then looks down at his wiggly little puppy with a grin around the vole. He sets the dead critter down. "Heyyy, Pakwa. See, this's dinner." He noses at it to make it wobble. "At least, when you're older. For now, it's mommy's dinner." He grins. "You can play with it first, though!" Because mommy won't mind drooled-on and mauled vole, right?
Psh. Why go away from the warm and safe fuzzy mother thing? Dahlia is totally happy right where she is pressed up against mom's belly. Plus, she's marveling at this whole "looking around" thing. There are all sorts of shapes and things to see! There's the bright hole. And then there's another fuzzy thing that always seems to be at her side, eating up food. And The Big Fuzzy, who is dad. Speaking of, there he is now! BUt...nope. Still not enough for her to venture away, but she does make a squeaky sort of noise and gives a wriggle. Her way of saying...what up, dad!
Sanuye doesn't mind drooled and mauled on vole, not at all! She grins while looking to Dahlia and chuckles osftly while a yawn escapes her and she slowly stretches. "There growing up so quickly." She says with an almost sad like tone as she looks to her daughters and smiles happly. "But still all fluffy and cutness.."
Squeaka. Pakwa almost stands, wobbles, and then sort of lizard-strikes her way toward Momma and the vole and Daddy and the vole, and there she stops, looking curiously up at the vole, sniffling and chirping and wroooing softly.
Yes. Bristlecone nods to Sanuye. So quickly! That squeaking... next thing you know comes finding mates and moving off to distant territories, where they'll never ever even write a letter or visit their poor ailing parents. It's true! Bristlecone yarps back to mama's-girl Dahlia, grinning to her, then noses down at the vole again. Wobble! It goes wobble, too. See Pakwa? Woooobbbbbllle.
What in the world..? Dahlia sees the vole, oh yes she does (cuz she's an expert seer now!) but she does not know where it belongs in her little world! Mom is definitely the provider of food and nuzzles. The Big Fuzzy is not a food source, but he's ok and gives her nuzzles too. The two sisters at her side are entertainment, warmth, and play. But /that/ thing? It may warrant more investigation! Dahlia considers, watching her sister do her thing with the vole. Um um! Ok here she goes, but just for a quick moment! Crawl, crawl, squiggle. She's going to the vole! She's at the vole! She...stares at the vole!
Wobble. Gasp. Squeak!" "Eee!" Pakwa warbles eagerly, before she wiggle wiggle wiggles over and half props herself up on her legs to... Swat! an ungainly, awkward swat of forepaw, with stubby, furless toepaws. Whip!.. Wubwub, it wubbles. GASP. ... "Eeee!" She squeaks eagerly, tail flopping slightly.
Sanuye smiles as she watches the two move over to the vole, she lets her head settle down upon her forepaws. "If its not already dead they shall gum it to that state." Though she is rather sure it is well, dead! An as Bristlecone is here mom seems to be dozing off rather quickly at the moment.
That's right, Pakwa! Maul that vole! "Oh, they'll be mighty hunters, soon enough!" Bristlecone grins proudly, because of course his daughters will be the bestest at... well... everything! Clearly. He giggles as he watches, for his pup's got the vole wobbling just fine on her own now. As for Dahlia the observer, she gets a grin, and a nose at her shoulder as an encouraging sort of 'Hey, pup!' thing.
Well it sure it interesting looking, Dahlia will give it that. Doesn't look like anything else she's seen in her short little life! Hearing her sister, she kinda shuffles nearer to her. Huh. So that's what you're supposed to do with it? Her father's nosing has her lifting her head, which in turn has her mouth hanging open a bit in a "whaa?" sort of expression of puppy cuteness. Ok! She can do this! She can go get that thing and do just what her sister is doing to it too! Resolved, she wobbles over and gumgumgum's! at Pakwa's tail. So much for attacking the vole...
Squerk! An interesting sound! Pakwa makes it as she's suddenly under attack from a mouth on her tail. She SCOQWLS at the wubbing vole. This is YOUR fault! She half curls and squeak squeaks complaintively at the gumming on her tail, before half rolling to her side and waving her jazz hand paws about. Nuuuu!
Oh, yes! Dahlia's got the idea, she knows exactly how to - attack her sister! Bristlecone laughs, his tail thumping against the dirt of the cave as he walks his paws down and settles on his belly to watch, nudging the vole aside in the process. Thwopspinthump it goes, rolling over a time and a half before lying on its back. Like Pakwa! Only rather less animately.
Dawn, y'know, sees an awful lot from up here, it's ironic she should be missing out on so much.
Mwuaha, she did it! Kind of. Not really, but hey she gave it a try! As her sister rolls, Dahlia loses her grip on the tail and it slides out of her mouth. Wah! Where'd it go? She turns her head this way and that, looking for it and instead seeing waving paws. Things have become a lot more animated over here. Flailing sister. Rolling voles. Time for a hasty retreat back to mom's safety! Scuttle scuttle!
Bah, wuss! Finding herself TRIUMPHANT! in the battle for the tail, the squeaky little Pakwa rolls back over to look for her wobbly toy and.. finds it gone. "Eeee?" she squeees softly, half-fold ears perking slightly at this. She looks about-- and sees what might be it! yes! And crawlcrawlcrawl, she approaches... Daddy's paw, and then reaches out a flaily pawstub of her own for that boopable daddeh nose.
Daddy-paw is like Pakwa-paw! Only far, far bigger. It's like... a paw... the size of a puppy! Gasp. Amazing. Okay, maybe not quite that big, but... still far too big to counterboop. He'd boop her entire head. At once. Instead, he's leaning in toward her to nose, when - thwap! His nose, it is got. "Yarp!" he goes, because puppeh claws are juuuust starting to develop something we like to call sharpness! At least, when they get a nose unexpectedly. Shakeshakeshake goes his head, his own ears briefly going floppy.
Safety! There. Right there against momma's belly. Dahlia is happy being back where she belongs while crazy ol' sister over there goes doing...lots of movement with The Big Fuzzy. She can have that. Looks dangerous. Yaaaaawn! Dahlia's had her adventure for the day, and now it's time for a puppy nap. That is...after a snack. She burrows against mother's belly and begins to suckle. And in the midst of this, she falls asleep. Such a great life puppies have!
Oh my gob, the DADDY THING made NOISE. Gasping in delight, eyes wide, and tail flopping side to side a moment, the little Pakwa-pup flails about a paw again trying to smack him for a similar response. He made NOISE! Noises are INTERESTING! Noises. Are. FUN! So of COURSE she needs to hear another one.
Thwap. Smack. Thump. Of course, now that daddy's /expecting/ it, he doesn't make noises /nearly/ so fascinating. More just little erps and grunts. Bristlecone shakes his head again, as if by doing so he can dislodge the pup-paw equivalent of a fly. Not so much, actually. Well. He'll just have to go on the offense! Big daddy-paw nudges at Pakwa's side to knock her over, and then.... BELLYKISSES! Lickalickfuzzleschmoooch!
Wait! What! Nooo! Squeaka squeak squeaka flail flail Pakwa squeeeeakas, the squeaks getting longer and longer until she could be laughing, but she's definetly flailing and her eyes are squinting slightly as if in delight when.. oop. A little pooty noise. Oh, dear. The first puppy gas. But no fear! For The Great Spirit does not put oder into the Puppy Poot until puppies are old enough to eat dirt and other things they find laying around!
Eyes. Go. Wide. Did his puppy just explode? Bristlecone blinks rapidly several times, inspecting her carefully and nosing testingly. All body parts still attached? In the correct configuration? Yes? Yes. Okay. Well! No harm done, then. Liiick!
And now the most humiliating thing of all. A BATH. Pakwa rooos! And root root rooos! IN complaint! As she's liiicked! before she rolls over, and tries to batbat at the tongue. Nuuuu no baff. She sticks her tongue out at him. ITTY BITTY PUPPY TUNG.
This, right here, is the most terrible part of being a puppy. You get BATHED. Nonconsensually! Not that puppies would consent, if asked, but that's beside the point. The great fuzzy things that are mom and dad just think, for some crazy reason, that they know better than you. That /they're/ the ones who should decide who gets nuzzled and who gets licked. Who gets cuddled, and who gets carried around. It's just horrible, the things they put the poor defenseless youngsters through. Awful! And it's so hard to resist. Batting at the tongue just means the /paws/ get a bath. Baths are implacable and faceless - oh, wait, no. They can involve faces. Lick!
Whine whine SQUEAK of indignance. Pakwa starts tryinng to retreat from the baff, back toward Mommy, who, sleeping, seems to be safer territory than Daddy!
Bristlecone laughs, and shakes his head. Dirty puppies need baths! Buuuuut he supposes Pakwa's bathing can wait. It's hard to get /too/ filthy crawling around inside the den, after all. Just dirt, not... icky things. He does rise to his paws, but it's to fetch the abandoned vole and bring it over to Sanuye. Right by her nose, where she'll see it - and can chomp it - as soon as she wakes up. Mamas must be fed.
And once she's safe by Momma, Pakwa mrrfles and snuffles and oh hey food. Latching on, she begins suckling, and soon falls to sleepy sucking at best. Food in the tummy makes a puppy sleepy after all. Sleep till you're hungry, eat till you're sleepy. Puppy life summed up.
Be adorable. Puppy life also involves being adorable. Bristlecone grins happily, settling himself down on the other side of the puppies from mama. Two coyotes between them make a very nice nest to hold cute pups inside. He settles his head on his paws, peering in to watch the sleepy little girls. Awwwww.