A Mother And Her Son {Amara/Open}

[Micah]

Micah squirmed against the cold ground trying to nestle himself more firmly against his mother's fur. She was warmer than the hard ground. Micah was larger than most pups were, growing at almost double the rate of a normal wolf. Even at two months old he resembled a much older pup. Nuzzling into his mother's fur he latched onto her suckling greedily in his search for milk. With his larger size came an almost constant hunger that he couldn't sate. He didn't have a wide range of memories, but one stuck out to him more than any others. When he had first been born into the world, blind and naked to the new world, he had smelled his mother's scent. The smell of her skin, the smell of her milk, they were things that he would never forget. Once he had drunk his fill he snuggled further into her fur huffing in contentment. He wanted to get up and play, but he was too cold to move away from his mother. He was comfortable snuggling with her. He had smelled another scent at his birth, one that he would one day recognize as his father, but the only scent that had mattered in that moment had been his mother.

He wondered if he looked like his father since it was obvious that he didn't inherit his dark fur form his white pelted mother. He also wondered if his father was large like him, or if he was an anomaly. From the way that his mother looked at him sometimes made him wonder if that was the case. Sometimes her eyes were warm and caring, while other times she looked at him like he wasn't what she had expected. He was oblivious to how he had even been made, never questioning the larger things he wasn't old enough to comprehend. Micah's young mind was more preoccupied with playing, sleeping, and when he was going to be allowed to explore. His young legs wanted to run and chase the things that he could smell all around him. He could smell and hear other wolves moving and living around his mother, but he hadn't met them yet. They carried a similar scent to the one that his mother carried, but he wasn't sure if it was because they were family or if all wolves smelled similar. He could also smell other scents, more musky than what he recognized as a wolf's smell. Other animals smells carried on the spring breeze.

He wanted to know what these creatures were and why they smelled so funny. His mother left him once in awhile to do things without him. He supposed she had to find her own food since she had no mother to take milk from. His tail wiggled behind him in an awkward wag and he moved on gangly legs towards his mother's face. He loved his mother even though he had only been here for such a short time. He hopped over her front leg rolling into her chest. His rapidly growing legs made walking a little awkward. "Momma? When can we explore?" His young mind didn't understand that he was too young to be venturing from the safety of his mother's side. He quickly forgot about his question and began to nip at his mother's fur. He was a rambunctious little wolf with enough energy to wear his mother thin. The way Amara's fur moved and wiggled beneath his play made him all the more determined to see it defeated. He leaned against her his feet pushing against her chest and his teeth tugged on her hairs. He had no thought for whether or not his roughness would cause his mother pain, just absorbed in his play fight. He was looking for some kind of response, some way to ease the rapidly settling boredom.

With no playmates he had to invent ways to distract himself. His mother's tail was often the reason for his more rambunctious play. The way it wagged back and forth made for the perfect hunting practice. He tugged and pushed against his mother consumed with how much fun he was having. It was the simple things that he enjoyed the most. Playing and sleeping alongside his mom, warm and safe. He didn't know anything other than this simple life, anything but this overwhelming love her felt for this female that took care of him.


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The months had flown past since Amara had given birth to her first litter of pups. It seemed like just yesterday that she had given birth to the little rascals, and now they were breaching their two month mark. She tried not to keep track, but it was hard not to when she noticed little changes each and every day. Micah continued to sprout like a weed, his legs appearing to be a bit more gangly then Octavia and Harper's. Harper was still bigger than Octavia though, her size twice as large than the runt of the litter. Amara adored her girls, but there was something about her only son that made him a bit more special. Perhaps it was because Amara knew the odds would be stacked against him, perhaps it was because she knew of the promising future her boy could have. She was beyond proud of her litter, though she would hardly voice those opinions. Amara had never been the mothering type, it was still something she was learning day by day. All she could think was thank god for maternal instincts otherwise she would be completely lost without them. But there was something about motherhood that had changed her. It wasn't that she had gone soft, she was just seeing things from a different perspective now. She only wanted the best for her babies and if she had to push them to do better than others, she would. None of them would be weak. They would all know how to survive and how to defend themselves. She was after all the lead warrior of the pack, she not only had a reputation to uphold but it was her duty to impress upon her pups the importance of self defense and a natural talent for fighting. There was a very real chance that Kairos would be impeding upon them in the near future- and Amara was only one wolf. She wouldn't be able to protect everyone.

She desperately fought to keep her eyes closed, fighting to hold onto sleep before her day would start bright and early like usual. She didn't think it was possible but her pups managed to wake her up three times as early as what she would normally awaken. Even as she laid there she could feel the rise and fall of their tiny chests, and the poking and prodding of one particular pup. She knew the exact location of them, deep within her stomach but packed tightly against her rib cage. It was Micah. This was how he always slept, pressed as tightly to her side as possible. It made her claustrophobic but she didn't want to deal with his squawking if she moved him. She could even tell by the aggressive tugging of her teats that it was her eldest. He was far more rough then her daughters, his appetite fierce in comparison. It was draining but she didn't have a choice. She had to feed them otherwise they would become weak. Sometimes she suspected that Micah ate out of boredom, but she did not mind it. It would only help him in the long run. She huffed out a groan and flopped her head over a bit to rest on her front paws, that is until she felt the long limbs of Micah tripping over her own legs. Instantly her lids snapped backward to glare at the ebony pup before he landed directly before her. He laid on his back staring up at her with his gorgeous baby blue eyes. His paws pressed into her chest and she let out a sigh of frustration before lowering her head beside him. Momma? When can we explore? His words were muffled by the fur of her neck and she huffed a groan once again. Soon enough Micah. She offered him before squeezing her eyes shut yet again. It wasn't long though before she felt the pressure on her chest from his paws, followed by nibbling and tugging on her scruff and ears. It was impossible to sleep with him hanging over her. Soon his energy was directed towards her rear so he could chase her tail. It was one of his favorite games, though today she would humor him. She waited until he was close enough before quickly moving her tail away from him. She was quick, too quick. You've got to be quicker than that Micah. She scolded gently, though it was a brief slap on the paws for the male. This was only a small lesson for the pup, the bigger, harder ones were still to come.

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notes: aw mother and son<3
tagged: Micah
muse: great
word count: 958
status: complete.

[Micah]

He never meant to wake his mother, but the fact of the matter was that he got bored easily. He couldn't help but need to find ways to entertain himself, and his sisters were of no help. They didn't want to play the same kinds of games he did, his larger size making him to rough for them. His littlest sister Octavia was so small Micah avoided tumbling about with her because he was afraid to break her. He liked having sisters, but he wondered what it would be like to have a brother or even a dad to play with. Amara never talked about their father and he never asked about him, not really knowing that it was abnormal not to interact with him. He also wasn't entirely sure who his father was at this young age. He had smelled his dad right after being born, but it had been an afterthought amongst the other smells around him. The smells of his mother and her milk had been overwhelming. He had wanted to do nothing more than reach her belly and fill his own. Even now he wondered if his mother would be open to him continuing to feed. He was so much larger than his sisters, but he did feel a little bad for the amount that he drank from her. His tugging was always a little more rough and greedy than he meant to do. Perhaps it was because he lacked something to do that always made him want to feed.

He dropped all thought of eating when he saw his mother's tail begin to move back and forth behind her. He loved to play with her tail and the fact that she was willing to play along for now made the game all the more fun. Growling he abandoned her chest to chase her tail about. His gangly legs made the run a bit awkward and he almost tripped on his way. Once he reached the moving appendage, he did his best to keep up. Yipping in glee he pounced about trying to catch the twitching tail, but his mother was too fast for him. He quickly became bored with his game of chase, frustrated that he wasn't fast enough to catch it. Moving back to his mother's head he was just in time to catch her words. He didn't want to have to wait to be allowed to got about and see what was around them. To meet those he could smell moving about. "Are there others for me to play with?" As he asked he pushed on her chest again. She kept closing her eyes and trying to go to sleep, but Micah was awake so he wanted her to be awake. "Momma. I am bored." He complained loudly nuzzling up to her chest curling himself up as best he could in the space between her legs his little tongue licked at her fur trying his best to get a response out of her.

He knew that he could be exhausting at times, but he could never understand why he wasn't content to just sleep. Perhaps if he tried hard enough to rest the boredom would leave him and he would not bother his mother so. He just loved her so much that he wanted to play with her all the time. Even though he hoped for the chance to meet more friends he knew that his favorite person to play with would be his mother. "Momma when do we get to meet other people?" He knew that they were around him, but he hadn't met any of them yet. "Who are they and why do they smell like you?" His curiosity was bubbling and he had forgotten about his idea to sleep. He was up and he would remain up until he was ready to sleep as simple as that.

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Amara knew that there was no hope for her now. Micah was wide awake and both his questions and his games would never end. Octavia and Harper still continued to sleep soundly beside her meanwhile Micah was climbing all over her. He continued to play with her tail though it did not last long. Soon enough the game became boring for him and he was right back up in-between her front legs. His tiny teeth and tongue were caressing her neck and chin, making it impossible for her to sleep any further. Are there others for me to play with? Momma I am bored. She let out a sigh. It seemed like Micah was always bored and his curiosity was only expanding. There are others, you will be meeting them soon. She confirmed his question, reassuring him that there were in fact other pups that he could quite possibly play with. Though Amara would not be introducing her pups to the other litters until she knew they were ready. She would only be satisfied if she knew that all three of them could hold their own in a play fight- and come out on top no matter who they played with. Valeria and Athena had litters that were older than her own, and she was almost confident that Emerald had had her litter also. But Amara knew that her pups were not ready to romp with the others just yet, but they were close. Momma when do we get to meet other people? Was his next question and finally she turned her gaze down to stare directly into his deep blue orbs. You will meet them when you and your sisters are ready to face them. When you are stronger. She emphasized the word clearly, being sure that he would understand that they were not strong enough yet to face the rest of the pack. Her sisters would accept only greatness and Amara would show up with nothing less than perfect.

Who are they and why do they smell like you? More questions came flowing from his mouth and she knew that they were only the beginning. The ones you smell are our pack mates. There are other females and only a few males. They live in our home with us and they are our extended family. She spoke clearly to Micah, hoping that he would be able to comprehend what she was explaining. They smell like me because we are a pack. We all smell the same because we are united. She smiled briefly then, no longer frustrated with the questions he was asking. Truthfully Amara was eager for her fellow sisters to meet her litter but she knew that they were not ready yet. She was already impressed with her young, but she wanted them to be above and beyond everyone else's expectations. She burrowed her muzzle into Micah's chest then, licking the fine hairs clean as she did so. It was uncanny how much he looked like his father. You look just like your father.. She spoke quietly and at first she had not realized that she had even spoken the words out loud but it was too late to take them back. It was quite possible that she had opened the door to a whole new set of questions, but she knew that in time this moment would have come anyways. Her children deserved to know who their father was, even if he didn't have a strong presence in their lives. She glanced over then at Octavia and Harper; both the girls were cuddled up together still sound asleep. She supposed it would be fine to explain this to Micah for now, but only if he happened to ask about it.



notes: <3
tagged: Micah
muse: great
word count: 825
status: complete.

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[attr="class","pltxt"]Butterflies flitted through her dreams. They danced above her head, just out of reach of her dream-self. Her wide, curious green irises flicked from side to side as she followed their erratic yet majestic flight. With wingspans as large as her face, Harper couldn't help but be captivated by the way they moved, like live foliage. She had recently discovered the wonders of the bright, fluttering creatures during her most recent exploration into the jungle. She had only ventured away from her mother and siblings a pawful of times, but each trip had left her longing to wander further and further into the beauty of the jungle. She knew she mustn't get too attached to sneaking away, least she get punished for it. 

As she continued to sleep silently beside her sister's light pelt, Harper's oversized paws twitched. Her peaceful slumber was coming to an end. Nearby, her brother Micah was pestering their mother. His loud and constant chirping was cutting into her dreamscape, shattering the image of the beautiful insects, drawing her back to reality. She opened one bleary eye and let her tiny jaws fall open in a yawn. Her teeth were just poking out from her pink baby gums, and her ears pressed flat aginst her skull in the effort. The first thing she notice upon waking was that Micah was being loud. She loved him dearly, but he was always waking the rest of them while they were trying to nap. The second thing she noticed was the ever-present, soothing scent of her mother. She and Octavia were curled up together right next to her soft, white pelt, their collective warmth surrounding them in comfort. 

Her mother was looking at Micah, hardly aware that her daughter was awake. Still trapped in the haze of sleep, Harper watched as their dear mother nuzzled Micah's chest affectionately and muttered, "You look just like your father." Harper's miniature auds perked at the mention of their father, a wolf who had never been spoken of before. Oh how glad she was that Micah's yapping had woken her! With a burst of energy, the young pup stood, jostling into her mother's side. "Oh, mother! Are you going to tell Micah about our father?" she inquired, her thin pup tail wagging behind her. The mottled black pup had wondered who their father was. His presence hung in the air like an unspoken secret. Was today the day she finally knew what he was like? Or where he was?

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Tagged | @amara6 Micah
Muse | Decent
Notes | I think Chili said I could join in with Harper, I hope that's alright!

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[Micah]

Micah loved when his mother showed him affection. Her licks were warm and filled him with a fuzzy feeling inside. He rumbled deep in his chest relaxing down against her. As much energy as he had he would always settle when his mother groomed him. He was curious about his father, but at the same time he wondered if there was a reason for his father's absence. He was so young that he had no understanding of how the world worked. He didn't know that it wasn't natural for his father to be gone. His thoughts didn't consist of much more than playing and sleeping. His rambunctiousness was satisfied however when his mother started to groom him. Her licks rasped across his chest making him content to rest a little more. He was so wrapped up in his mother that he hadn't even noticed his sister beginning to stir. He loved his sisters dearly, but they had each other to play with and he had no one. He was too large to be able to play as rambunctiously as he wanted to. His mother was the only one large enough to take the brunt of his playful aggression.

His mother was beginning to tell him about how he resembled his father when his sister charged up to ruin his moment. The times when he had his mother's attention were far and few between because his sisters were always about. He whined a little snuggling deeper into his mother's chest, unwilling to share his new spot with his sister. Harper was the closest to him in size than Octavia, but she was still much smaller. He supposed that he would have to resemble his father because his mother wasn't all that large. Then again he had never seen another wolf o he had nothing to judge by. "Momma, tell Harper to go back to sleep." He wasn't ready to share his mother and now that Harper was up Octavia was sure to follow. Micah began to knead at his mother's chest craving more of her attention. His sisters were almost as needy as he was grabbing up as much of their mother's attention as they could. They had no other adult figures to talk to so they all had to fight to keep their mother's eye.

His little tail thumped on the ground wondering what the other wolves would look like. From what his mother said these other wolves were his family. He was eager to meet these strangers, but another part of him was reluctant to venture out into the world. He had spent his whole life up until now by his mother's side, never being old enough to venture on his own. As big and exciting as the world was it was daunting as well. He knew that his mother pushed them to be the best that they could be, but the world was scary. He needed his mother for a little longer before he would be ready to strike out on his own. His mind wandered back to his father wondering what kind of life he was leading. He was curious as to whether his mother would share now that his sister had wandered in to ruin the special moment.


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For a moment the silence stretched between them and Amara felt Micah snuggle closer to her chest. It was rare that she gave such forms of affection, but when it came to her children she wasn't made of stone. Her auds were flicked back and her eyes closed for a second, and for just a moment she could have went blissfully back to sleep. But the moment was shattered the instant she felt jabs in her ribs. Her largest female pup Harper was awakening and she made sure that everyone knew it to, especially Amara. The pups paws continued to poke and prod her sides as Harper tumbled over Octavia only to clamber up Amara's back. She could feel her little heart beating in her chest and could feel her breath on her neck as she practically sat on top of her. Oh, mother! Are you going to tell Micah about our father? Her words were practically screeching with excitement and at this rate Octavia would be joining them shortly. I suppose I was Harper. She responded, her head turning slightly to glance back at the mottled black pup over her shoulder. Momma, tell Harper to go back to sleep. Micah pleaded and soon the boy was nudging himself harder against her chest, craving her attention. Both pups were equally as needed and sometimes she wanted to rip her fur out, but today she reminded herself that patience was the key with her young ones. She returned her gaze to Micah and responded to him, her green eyes clashing with his blue ones. Micah you know it would not be fair for me to do that. Your sister is awake now and she can join us. She reminded him whilst sending him a warning glance. Another comment like that would earn him a verbal lashing, followed by her teeth in his flank if he didn't listen to that. Amara hardly had to use her teeth when disciplining her pups, she could usually strike the fear in them with just her words alone.

She would not tolerate any disrespect, it was not how she was raised and she wouldn't raise her pups to be that way. But her scolding did not last long with Micah as she redirected her gaze to Harper. She let out a long slow sigh then, she supposed it was time. His name is Sebastian. His pelt deep ebony, his eyes as cool and blue as the ice itself. Her vocals were calm, surprisingly so. She hadn't expected it to come so easy for her as she described him to them. He was far bigger than any other wolves I have ever seen. She glanced down at Micah then and her vocals were directed only towards him, You will be just like him. She was certain of it and she didn't need anyone else to confirm it for her. She could see it everyday. Micah grew at twice the rate than his sisters and he was even beginning to grow close in size to her, even as an adolescent. Micah would be an astounding warrior one day, that much Amara was sure of. She knew that Harper and Octavia would follow a different path, but Micah she would press. He would be the one she would try to persuade the most, though she hardly believed that it would be difficult. Micah wanted to be a warrior, he had the heart of one. He would make her proud, regardless of whether her sisters agreed or not. Although Amara hated males, she was biased. Her son was different, she knew that with all of her being. Micah was hers, he was destined for greatness as well as Harper and Octavia. Is there anything else you want to know? She asked of them, hoping to answer any questions they may have.

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notes: sorry for the wait guys <3
tagged: Micah + @harper
muse: great
word count: 847
status: complete.

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[attr="class","pltxt"]Harper clambered up her mother’s back, paws sliding on her mother’s thick, white pelt. Her mother shook her off with a slight shift of her back, and Harper bumped comically into her annoyed brother. "Momma, tell Harper to go back to sleep." He scoffed at her. Harper shot her brother daggers, her dark greens eyes squinted and tiny stunted pup tail lashing out behind her. ”Oh, bite me!" she barked at him, and promptly chomped down on one of his floppy ears. She tugged until she fell backwards with a yip, which is when their mother spoke again, interrupting their argument.

”Micah you know it would not be fair for me to do that. Your sister is awake now and she can join us.” Harper wrinkled her short snout and stuck her tiny pink tongue out at her brother behind their mother’s back. As Amara turned to gaze at her daughter, she quickly composed herself and blinked up at her mother. Harper had always found her mother’s eyes comforting. They were a clear, sea foam green. In a certain light, they sometimes looked bluer, but they were always one of Harper’s favorite colors. Filled with both strength and tenderness, those light orbs embodied everything Harper believed her mother to be.

As Amara began to speak of their father, a sort of wonder washed over Harper. Sebastian. Hearing about her father was like listening to a pup’s tale. She imagined her father, with sharp blue orbs and a pelt as dark as a night sky without stars. Looking up at Amara and hearing that her father had been bigger than any wolves she had seen, Harper was shocked. To her, her mother was the biggest wolf she had meant. He must have been huge! Her dark green eyes widened just thinking about it.

As Amara turned her attention to Micah, Harper saw her mother looking at him with extra fondness in her eyes. Looking at her brother, the young pup could see what she meant. Micah was already bigger than all of them, and he was dark like their father was. For a moment, jealously started to smolder in Harper’s stomach, but it was soon gone as Micah looked at her with his droopy blue eyes. Harper’s ears flattened in guilt. How could she think ill of her brother?

”Is there anything else you want to know?” Harper’s ears perked back up again. Micah was usually the one bursting with questions. He practically talked their mother’s ears off every day with his constant stream of them. For once, Harper wanted to be the one to ask something first. ”Where is he now?” At the heart of this conversation, that is what Harper wanted to know. This large, looming father figure was nowhere in their lives, so where was he? ”Will we get to meet him?” She couldn’t hide the upturn to her voice, the little twinge of hope she had of meeting him.

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Count | 503
Tagged | @amara6 Micah
Muse | Good!
Notes | Sorry for the wait!

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[Micah]

Micah huffed as his sister tugged ungraciously against his ear. Harper and Octavia always played so rough seeing him as a giant dummy for them to pick on. He wasn't allowed to play rough with his sisters because his size would result in them getting hurt. He frowned as his mother chastised him allowing his sister her way. In his young mind it seemed as if she always got her way. If it had just been him and his mom then he would have puffed up with pride at the mention of his father looking the same as him. He had always assumed that the only reason he grew larger than his sister was because he was the only boy. He wondered what it would have been like to grow up with more brothers to romp around with. His little eyebrows furrowed together as he wondered if his father had ever grown up with brothers. Despite his own curiosity he knew better than to interrupt his sisters. He would save his questions for when he had his mother's full attention.

The prospect of meeting his father was exciting to him, a figure that could teach him to fight and to hunt. He was surrounded by females and the idea of having another male made him tremble with excitement. Perhaps his father would want to play boys games with him. He smiled almost devilishly at the thought of getting to do boys things. His mother had made it clear from the beginning that her pups would be strong and Micah's size made it easier for him to achieve that strength. He wanted to be the best in his mother's eyes, the need to please surging within him. He loved his sister's dearly but almost resented them for how easy it was for them. They had the whole world at their paws and yet it seemed as if he had to work all the harder to achieve his goals.

He wanted to be big and strong like his father and perhaps one day have sons of his own. "Mommy? Why isn't daddy here with us?" The question had almost slipped out before he had finished the thought. Now that his sister had opened the conversation he was once again brimming with curiosity. After asking his question he turned his little nose into his moms fur licking and nuzzling her. While he wanted to know about his dad he still loved his mom best.

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Amara wasn't sure how to respond to the feelings that her children had brought on. Part of her wanted to hate Sebastian, but the other part would always remain loyal to him because he gave her her children. Amara would never say that her pups were a mistake- they were the future of Valyn. Her tail curled around her hind paws as she watched the two ebony pups bicker with one another, Oh, bite me! Harper. Amara growled in a sharp tone; it was all that she would have to do, her tone alone gave the pup no wiggle room. Amara didn't tolerate fighting within her litter unless it was play fighting. Words however stuck with you forever and she didn't want them saying anything to one another that they wouldn't mean later on down the road. Perhaps having puppies had made her much softer than what she used to be- but she wanted her pups to be close. She needed to make sure that they had one another for whenever she passed. Because they surely would not have Sebastian, no matter how big of a role he wanted to play in their lives. He was a rogue, and him taking care of them was a pipe dream. It would never happen. He wouldn't be allowed to set one paw in Valyn territory without being eaten alive- which was why Amara was planning their visit on the outskirts of Valyn. No one else in the pack needed to know about it, after all it was strictly her business. Her auds flattened against her skull then, her sea foam green eyes drifting back down to her son as she watched him interacting with his younger sister. Where is he now? Will we get to meet him? Amara glanced down at Harper and let out a slow sigh, she should have known that this would come eventually.

She pondered the question, unsure of how to answer it truthfully. She would not lie to them, as their mother it was her job to tell them nothing but the truth. But sometimes the truth hurts. I'm not sure where he is at this current moment.. He is a rogue. She explained to them softly, her eyes shifting from Harper back to Micah. Mommy? Why isn't daddy here with us? Micah questioned and Amara glanced into his ice blue eyes. There was no easy way to break this to them, there never would be. Because he does not belong here. He lives alone. It would do for now, but those were all of the questions she could handle for the day. Amara lifted herself off of her stomach, Octavia beginning to stir by now. She was confident that Harper and Micah would fill their sister in with the news. She reached over to grab Harper lightly by the scruff in order to set her on her paws gently. What do you guys think of a hunting lesson today? She flashed them a smile, eager to see if they wanted to get a view of the "outside world." This would bring them one step closer to meeting the pack. Amara wanted them prepared, wanted them strong. She would not allow her sisters to think that her litter was weak because in fact they were far from that. All of her pups were made to be something great, and she knew that they would be nothing less. She started off towards the entrance of the den, not even glancing behind her to see if they were following. They had never been left alone before and she was sure they would be more then eager to visit the outside world with her. Soon Octavia was tagging along behind her heels and Amara knew that Harper and Micah would be bounding alongside her in no time. Her idea of hunting was taking them back to the place where it all began, where she had first met Sebastian. In that particular area of Valyn there was plenty of fish to catch and Amara figured a little water wouldn't hurt them. It would definitely be a fun day for the pups and hopefully by the end of it they would be perfectly tired out.

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notes: sorry AGAIN for the wait guys <3 I did a bit of ghosting for Octavia since she still has no adopter yet and I also wanted to let you guys know that I will be starting a new thread for the pups where they meet the rest of the pack ;D
tagged: Micah + @harper
muse: great
word count: 966.
status: complete.

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[attr="class","pltxt"]Harper relinquished her brother’s ear as Amara growled her warning. The pups always listened to their mother when she disciplined them. All it took was a quick warning to get them to fall in line. Their admiration and respect for the ivory femme was greater than any of their teasing or games, and they always responded to her first and foremost. However enticing Micah’s large black auds were, Harper would have to restrain herself. The black pup gave her mother an apologetic lick on the underside of her jaw, her tongue lolling from her tiny mouth as she grinned. ”I'm not sure where he is at this current moment. He is a rogue,” their mother said to them, her voice calm and even.

Rogue. The word tumbled in Harper’s mind like a stone. It was a word she had not come across yet, and her mind positively bubbled with the possibilities of learning something new. She was about to ask what a rogue was, when her brother interrupted her thoughts. He spoke up, asking a question similar to her own. ”Mommy? Why isn't daddy here with us?”

”Because he does not belong here. He lives alone.” Their mother’s voice hardened slightly, and Harper’s black ear flicked in response to the change of tone. Then, the ivory female was standing, signaling the end of their discussion. Her jaws closed gently on Harper’s scruff, and the mottled black pup flailed slightly as her mother lifted her to her feet. ”What do you guys think of a hunting lesson today?” Immediately, the three pups perked up with excitement. They were going to get to explore the jungle with mother! This expedition was something Harper had been looking forward to for days. The idea of exploration and adventure practically sent Harper sprinting after her mother as if the pads of her paws were on fire.

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Tagged | @amara6 Micah
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Notes | Sorry that this is so crappy. >.<