08-29-2021, 05:31 PM
(This post was last modified: 08-29-2021, 05:32 PM by Célnes. Edited 1 time in total.)
Gradually, Célnes now started to bring prey from the cache and deliver to them. Small bites, usually consisting of rabbit and boar pieces. Instinct told her it was time to adjust the weaning off, though they still continued to cry and crave for milk, but gradually, she started to reject their advances and place the gentle meat in front of them. She refrained from the knowledge it was meat, that was regurgitated.. Some were fine with it, though not all were too pleased.. Yet, had to remind herself, they are still growing.
She had noticed too they at times would attempt speech, but the words were slurred, and unable to properly form. All she did was chuckle and nod to whatever nonsense they tried to do - but, the Queen did promptly shut down any that attempted 'mama,' and reminded swiftly that she is to be called Mother. Though her love for her children was perhaps bigger then the hatred toward the white kin, she did not feel comfortable with such a sweet title.
Today, was one of those days that she watched them lounge outside the den, playing and frolicking, yipping and barking.. Peaceful, compared to the previous storm.
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