Post by irishhowl on Jan 8, 2003 17:24:40 GMT -5
[shadow=red,left,300]Winter[/shadow]had a way of sneaking up on you, with its icy breath after the falling of the last amber hued foliage touched the ground and the world became some orb of death. In Ireland where all things where thought to be green and bright, in the mountains of the Highland it was different when winter approached. Everything changed, but even amid the cruel frozen death there was birth to be had.
[shadow=red,left,300]In[/shadow]the depths of the darken den, a cave deep within a mountain's side where warmth could be had and the ground was dry there laid a gray and white she wolf on her side groaning in pain. Tongue of pink dangling out, panting as the night before had been troubling and the pup was not out yet. She thought she would die here trying to get this pup to come out into the world.
[shadow=red,left,300]She[/shadow]was not alone though, for within the curve of the cave's mouth there sat a large black wolf male watching over his mate who was giving birth to their pup. He knew it would only be one, but then again he knew many things he had not even told his life mate. Those golden eyes merely watched, mouth closed in the narrow sleek muzzle with ears pricked up while he stood guard over the cave.
[shadow=red,left,300]It[/shadow]was sunset when finally the sound of a pup's whining came to both their ears as the mother, Whitestar, began licking at the pup though curious as to why it took so long for only one to finally come out. After cleaning the little one, she finally laid on her side fully for a well deserved rest as she looked to her mate who smiled at her. This golden eyes spoke of intelligence, something human that had first scared her when they first met for it was not like wolves to wait and court; it was humans who did. She knew what he was, but the rest of the pack did not and she knew her daughter would be as well.
[shadow=red,left,300]In[/shadow]the depths of the darken den, a cave deep within a mountain's side where warmth could be had and the ground was dry there laid a gray and white she wolf on her side groaning in pain. Tongue of pink dangling out, panting as the night before had been troubling and the pup was not out yet. She thought she would die here trying to get this pup to come out into the world.
[shadow=red,left,300]She[/shadow]was not alone though, for within the curve of the cave's mouth there sat a large black wolf male watching over his mate who was giving birth to their pup. He knew it would only be one, but then again he knew many things he had not even told his life mate. Those golden eyes merely watched, mouth closed in the narrow sleek muzzle with ears pricked up while he stood guard over the cave.
[shadow=red,left,300]It[/shadow]was sunset when finally the sound of a pup's whining came to both their ears as the mother, Whitestar, began licking at the pup though curious as to why it took so long for only one to finally come out. After cleaning the little one, she finally laid on her side fully for a well deserved rest as she looked to her mate who smiled at her. This golden eyes spoke of intelligence, something human that had first scared her when they first met for it was not like wolves to wait and court; it was humans who did. She knew what he was, but the rest of the pack did not and she knew her daughter would be as well.