A day with Mommy « Thread Started on Apr 8, 2008, 11:26pm »
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Zephora
Zephora had just give birth about a week ago. She had three pups. Unfortunately one was still born and did not make it. Zephora has been keeping an extra eye on her two other pups, one boy and one girl. She had decided on the girls name but has not thought of one for the male yet. Zena was the girls name, both pups looked similar to Zephora but Zena had a lot more bone and a slightly shorter tail. Both the male and female where gold, and did not have black swirls.
The sun had just broken though the horizon sending long streaks of blood red soaring across the sky. Zephora exited her small den with the female Zena in her mouth. Once she found a new den she would go back and get the not yet named male. She could feel Zena squirming in side her mouth. This made Zephora smile, because she had the willingness to fight just like her. She continued along the dirt covered ground in the search for another safe den.
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Re: A day with Mommy « Reply #1 on Apr 10, 2008, 7:35am »
Dako†a
Being 'no name' wasn't a good start for this pups reputation. He didn't want to be known as 'no name', and so it was time for his mother to give him his birth name. This young golden fellow needed a name that would suit him well, give him something to be proud about. (since he would grow to be such an odd colored wolf) Now as his mother left the den with his sister, he had nothing other to do than whine and whimper for his mother to come back. He knew nothing other than his mother at the moment, since his golden eyes had just seen the light not that long ago. Everything was new to him, and now the only thing that he knew was gone. All he could do was yelp and whine for her to come back. Sitting there all alone, Dakota decided it was time he stepped out and found her himself. The second he reached the outer part of the den, however, he cowered back, letting his survival instincts kick in. He didn't know what a hawk was, but his instincts told him to stay away, and so that was what he did.
Re: A day with Mommy « Reply #2 on Apr 10, 2008, 11:12am »
Zephora
Zephora continued briskly through the bush, eager to get back to the other pup. To distract her she decided to think of some name ideas for him. Luckily Zena had gone to sleep in her mouth so Zephora did not have to worry about her. She looked up to look for the suns position in the sky. It was still rising but had not moved to much. But then other movement caught her golden optics. Something was circling around the area she had left her son. Her eyes narrowed dangerously and she growled -waking up Zena. Zena whimpered in protest as Zephora raced back toward the den snarling. Her black and golden pelt turned in to messy streaks as she continued to the old den. The hawk continued to circle closer and closer. Time was running out and Zephora did not remember going so far, but she could see the den ahead and she herd the cry's of her son inside.
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Re: A day with Mommy « Reply #3 on Apr 10, 2008, 11:39am »
Dako†a
Dakota continued to squeal and whine for his mother, he felt the tensions rising. He didn't know why, but he knew something was terribly wrong. He squeezed his eyes together tightly as his rump fell to the ground, then he heard something. Paw steps? Could they be his mothers? Dakota didn't know since his senses hadn't fully developed yet. He couldn't smell as well as most wolves could, yet. None of his senses were perfect since he was still young, and neither was his instinct. Dakota thought to himself that for sure it had to be his mother. So with one paw step outside of the den, he felt the warm sun on his face. Dakota then yipped into the air with his high piercing voice. With a huge grin on his face, Dakota pulled half of his body out of the den. He looked back and forth, searching for his mother. He couldn't see her yet, and he couldn't see the nearby hawk either.
Re: A day with Mommy « Reply #4 on Apr 10, 2008, 9:10pm »
Zephora
Zephora almost had a heart attack! Before her eyes about twenty yards away she saw her only surviving son walking out in front of a hawk. She snarled but managed to keep a grip on Zena. The hawk was about ten feet above her beloved son. With talons ready the hawk swooped in for the kill, time freezed before Zephora. She felt like she was moving but not going anywhere. Now she was about five feet from her son and the hawk two feet. She dropped Zena as she gave a squeak in pain.
With teeth bared Zephora lashed dangerously toward the hawk. The hawk let out an alarm call and tried to pivot around. Unfortunately the hawk was to late. Zephora's teeth crunched down upon the right wing of the hawk. Zephora shook in anger and threw the hawk down on the ground. She stepped over it and nipped it here and there. The hawk bit her cheek and now blood stained the golden fur. Zephora was not going to let this bird die, she liked toucher better. The hawk defiantly deserved it.
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