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call me dancing slowly - Gavi - 7/3/2026 RE: call me dancing slowly - zovi - 7/3/2026 RE: call me dancing slowly - Solda - 7/3/2026 The less-rapidly growing child was not so easily roused. Sound asleep, as he was most of the time, the departure of one of his siblings was not an uncommon occurrence, barely shifting him in his nap. However, the sudden, high-pitched bark was. It was sharp enough to jolt him awake, grumbling to himself as he swung his large head around the den, blinking the sleep from his eyes. Despite being much older than the recent additions to his life, he had not begun to explore outside of the den just yet. The bright, intense light repelled the boy, and besides, he was more than content to snuggle up with his family, even after his eyes and ears finally opened. He was a child of sloth, happily feeding and sleeping whenever he pleased. But, this was new. And, there seemed to be a few forms missing from the writhing mass of bodies, so he was curious enough to clamber over whoever was in his way, rising on unsteady, wide paws to snuffle more intently at the ever-growing brightness. There was another voice, now, yipping, and sounds of a scuffle. Solda grew even more curious, making that final leap of courage to enter the tunnel, finally getting a good look at the two noise-makers. Who, as soon as he clapped eyes on them, immediately tumbled out of view. Into the outside. Solda hiccuped, startled. Only Häti and Benji ever left the lovely warm of the den! Was that allowed? He turned, whining, to check if an adult was inside so he could dob them in. RE: call me dancing slowly - benji - 7/5/2026
While they typically alternated who went out to hunt, more often than not Benji would take it upon herself to stalk out and return with a meal so that Häti might have more time to recover from the delivery and the incessant nursing the pups seemed to do. What darling little gluttons her children were! All was coming to settle though, as the lot of them started developing something close to sentience which allowed for them to begin the arduous process of chewing and biting... with purpose!
This didn't irritate her in any particular way, well accustomed to the nibbling of extremities like her ears due to Häti's own rendering of them, but pinpoint teeth grew easily overwhelming at times. Therefore having more flesh to tear and shake benefited all around. Before the sun rose, she talked off with such a thought in mind. Not too many creatures of interest roamed the dunes as they did, at least not any she thought wise to hunt currently, so eyes were on promise of a jackrabbit until the likes of a scorpion stole her focus, fat and angry and just perfect for the pups to test their mettle upon. Häti taught her the technique of disarming them but she'd find herself stung once before tearing stinger from tail... and then she was off. At her return, scorpion dangling ingloriously from her jaws, she's surprised to find not one but two of her daughters tussling at the mouth of the den. She lets out a low whuff to alert Häti and then a louder, much more playful woof to earn the pups' attention. "Everyone's so violent and the sun's barely awake!" She laughs as she nears and comes to plop down just outside the den's entrance. With them in her immediate view, she beckons Gavi and Zovi closer first, "My loves, come look at this." She drops the still very much alive - but mostly harmless - scorpion between great paws. "Scorpion," she says with great focus on enunciation. Benji attempts to peer within, spots wriggling image of their other pups stirring to life, and the monochrome startle that is their littlest son. "Remember, watch out for Solda you lot. He doesn't need anyone stepping on him." RE: call me dancing slowly - Häti - 7/6/2026 coyote mother rises from her incline, gently prying half a dozen wriggling mouths from her belly. high-pitched protests thoroughly ignored, häti slinks low and serpentine between her wife-to-be's front legs, a soft noise of greeting roiling in her throat. removing herself promptly she takes to inspecting benji's catch herself— and she is pleased to find no stinger attached— a lesson learned after many cuffs to the head, no doubt. pay attention, now.she chides the rowdiest of her daughters, separating their brawl with a deft paw. scorpion scuttles frantically to and fro, pincers swiping at all in reach. green liquid leaks from its rear where benji has removed its primary weapon. another low call, beckoning the rest of her brood to come watch. solda and hazr are supervised closely, lest they attempt to participate where they are not yet ready. |