Post by Messoria on Jun 17, 2015 20:44:10 GMT -5
It was the early hours of the morning when Messoria rose, along with several other of the mothers who called the dens their temporary home. The sound of an occasional whimper split the air, more than likely slipping from the tiny muzzle of a pup roused by their mother’s rising. Her own slept soundly in their bundle of fur and flesh, tiny snores occasionally emitted from the pile. As quietly as she could manage Messoria padded to the tiny stream that separated her den from Lichen’s, dipping her head to lap at the cool water until she was sated. Briefly she considered settling down once more to slumber for several more hours until her own young rose, but then thoughts of the female warrior she’d met not long before infiltrated her thoughts, and the Consort turned away from her comfortable bed of moss to weave through the winding tunnels. Xena had given birth to her own litter only several days before, and while Messoria had originally stayed away to give her space, she knew it was now time to visit the new mother, much like Xena had visited her own young not long ago.
The warrior had settled closer to the opening of the caverns, not far from where Datura had given birth many moons before, and it was this knowledge that had Messoria comfortable with leaving her brood behind. They were large enough now for her not to worry about the shallow line of water that snaked around the den, and should they plan any escape attempts, they would pass right by where Messoria had halted, the scent of Xena assaulting her nostrils as her amber eyes peered into the dimness of the cavern. The bulky shape of Xena was unmistakable, and as her eyes adjusted, they settled immediately on the two balls of fur that lay nestled against her side. Only two, and neither particularly large – but Messoria found that there was no judgement, only happiness to see Xena’s young doing well.
”Xena,” she said softly, not moving forward yet until invited. She could remember the thunderous snarls of the warrior echoing through the caverns during the birth, which had ultimately been the deciding factor against her being present for the event. Now, however, she’d decided that it was safe. Once more her gaze fell to the pups, her smile tugging at the corners of her muzzle as she craned her head to get a better glimpse. ”They’re beautiful. How are you? And how are they?”
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NOTES: Sorry it took a bit to get up <3
The warrior had settled closer to the opening of the caverns, not far from where Datura had given birth many moons before, and it was this knowledge that had Messoria comfortable with leaving her brood behind. They were large enough now for her not to worry about the shallow line of water that snaked around the den, and should they plan any escape attempts, they would pass right by where Messoria had halted, the scent of Xena assaulting her nostrils as her amber eyes peered into the dimness of the cavern. The bulky shape of Xena was unmistakable, and as her eyes adjusted, they settled immediately on the two balls of fur that lay nestled against her side. Only two, and neither particularly large – but Messoria found that there was no judgement, only happiness to see Xena’s young doing well.
”Xena,” she said softly, not moving forward yet until invited. She could remember the thunderous snarls of the warrior echoing through the caverns during the birth, which had ultimately been the deciding factor against her being present for the event. Now, however, she’d decided that it was safe. Once more her gaze fell to the pups, her smile tugging at the corners of her muzzle as she craned her head to get a better glimpse. ”They’re beautiful. How are you? And how are they?”
WORDS: 418
TAG: @xena1
NOTES: Sorry it took a bit to get up <3