Willowhisp
Tarantula Lover
(ok, so I don't know anything that has happened past about page 510 but I figured I should reply every once and awhile even if it is quite a few months in between)
Ashera stood outside, her eyes open but still unseeing. The gentle breeze ruffled her beautiful, longer than usual blue coat. The sun reflecting off her gorgeous milky green eyes. She was growing up to be a beautiful coyote, though she would never know that herself. Her puppy fuzz was almost gone now and she was getting big. She was almost as big as her mother now. She smelled the air and reveled in the scents that the others couldn't smell. Because she couldn't see, her other senses were heightened well beyond any other coyote. She had come to terms with her blindness, and, though it still bothered her some days, she was grateful for it sometimes too. Following her nose, she made her way down to the creek for a drink.
Jasper growled, he was napping but the cave was getting crowded with how big the pups were getting. They would all need to find themselves new caves of their own someday soon. The pup on him moved off and he settled back to sleep.
Fenrir looked at Angel and his pups and smiled.
Wepwawet sat at the creek and watched a young female coyote walk down to the creek, seeming to stare straight ahead.
Ashera stood outside, her eyes open but still unseeing. The gentle breeze ruffled her beautiful, longer than usual blue coat. The sun reflecting off her gorgeous milky green eyes. She was growing up to be a beautiful coyote, though she would never know that herself. Her puppy fuzz was almost gone now and she was getting big. She was almost as big as her mother now. She smelled the air and reveled in the scents that the others couldn't smell. Because she couldn't see, her other senses were heightened well beyond any other coyote. She had come to terms with her blindness, and, though it still bothered her some days, she was grateful for it sometimes too. Following her nose, she made her way down to the creek for a drink.
Jasper growled, he was napping but the cave was getting crowded with how big the pups were getting. They would all need to find themselves new caves of their own someday soon. The pup on him moved off and he settled back to sleep.
Fenrir looked at Angel and his pups and smiled.
Wepwawet sat at the creek and watched a young female coyote walk down to the creek, seeming to stare straight ahead.