After her first morning with Freyar, Piper had moved away from the caves. Just over to the Clearing; she wasn’t feeling particularly social, and didn’t want any of the Kin to suffer at what would likely be a sharper tongued Herbalist than they’d probably ever seen. She wasn’t far enough to be out of calling range, in case there was an emergency, but far enough that she wouldn’t have to be a constant part of pack life. The Nightshade was sure that Leas would understand, given that theyd both planned to raise another litter this year, and especially since Freyar would probably spend most of the time with her.
Shed chosen a wide pine tree as the makeshift den, sheltering under the needled bough and even scraping out a shallow dip in the earth in case the rain kept up; enough room for she and Freyar to have slept under it comfortably enough, if a little squished together (which Piper absolutely didn’t mind). Of course, shed told him where she would be, had offered for him to stay with her. After all, he was in no danger from her hormonal wrath, and she still wanted to make sure they had a litter of pups.
Crawling out from under the shelter with a groan of pure sleepiness and stretching each limb, Piper lounged around in what was left of the dead grasses, sprawling and wiggling on her back like a puppy herself. The rain had broken for a while, it seemed, and the bright rays of late morning dappled the Clearing ahead through the heavy clouds of withheld rain.
Jun 29, 2018 06:20 PM
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