Home Sweet Home
Nov 16, 2015 16:48:58 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Nov 16, 2015 16:48:58 GMT -5
Zeke sat back upon his haunches and watched his sons squirm around at their mother’s stomach. He saw the stunted puppy stand, but flicked his eyes away almost immediately. If the pup had been born into a different pack, he might have been taken and left out to die. Zeke had no compassion for his deformed cub, but he would not show any resentment in front of his mate, out of a desire to spare her kind heart.
He turned his gaze instead to two of his other sons. Ty, a scrawny silver little thing, and Heracle, the pale yellow pup. Heracle was a fierce little pup. Zeke wondered how this pup would grow up. What would be in his heart? Good? Evil? Or would he find himself somewhere in between? The silver pup, Ty, was indeed scrawny, but Zeke did not turn his attention from him because of this. There was something about this one of his sons that demanded attention and whispered of great things to come. Zeke smiled, before turning his gaze to the last of his unnamed sons.
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He could smell the warm, flowery scent of his mother-the first scent he had ever known. The sweet, rich scent of her milk made his mouth water. He yipped his displeasure and he began to wrestle his way through his siblings. His little spotted muzzle wrinkled with effort as he made his way blindly towards the source of the rich, milky scent. At last, he reached her warm stomach and began to nurse vigorously. Whenever one of his siblings tried to nose at his place, he would hook his front paw around their muzzles and push while he growled greedily.
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Zeke’s icy blue eyes flashed with pride and pleasure as he gazed down at the lively pups. ”Ajax.” He said suddenly. "The spotted pup shall be named Ajax.” He smiled knowingly. Mourner. That was the meaning of his son’s name.
He turned his gaze instead to two of his other sons. Ty, a scrawny silver little thing, and Heracle, the pale yellow pup. Heracle was a fierce little pup. Zeke wondered how this pup would grow up. What would be in his heart? Good? Evil? Or would he find himself somewhere in between? The silver pup, Ty, was indeed scrawny, but Zeke did not turn his attention from him because of this. There was something about this one of his sons that demanded attention and whispered of great things to come. Zeke smiled, before turning his gaze to the last of his unnamed sons.
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He could smell the warm, flowery scent of his mother-the first scent he had ever known. The sweet, rich scent of her milk made his mouth water. He yipped his displeasure and he began to wrestle his way through his siblings. His little spotted muzzle wrinkled with effort as he made his way blindly towards the source of the rich, milky scent. At last, he reached her warm stomach and began to nurse vigorously. Whenever one of his siblings tried to nose at his place, he would hook his front paw around their muzzles and push while he growled greedily.
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Zeke’s icy blue eyes flashed with pride and pleasure as he gazed down at the lively pups. ”Ajax.” He said suddenly. "The spotted pup shall be named Ajax.” He smiled knowingly. Mourner. That was the meaning of his son’s name.