09-19-2018, 12:34 PM
[div style="width: 527px; line-height: 1.4; text-align: justify; font-family: Constantia; font-size: 11px;"]suvi ó faoláin—
After the initial adjustments, the little dire wolf was growing more comfortable in this place. This beach. The jungle. Strange faces. No siblings. Suvi had lived and breathed her family. She was one of the three; triplets, and one of five; siblings. Here she was alone, aside from her father and the two uncles and a cousin she barely knew. The golden-furred child was half-avoiding those of her blood, outside of her father, whom for the first day or so, she'd been glued to.
Raziel was safe. Familiar. Yet, the child was a happy, energetic girl. As the fear and anxiety of the new surroundings faded, Suvi finally came out to play. On the beach, she could run straight ahead for miles, dash into the water, then rush out with the waves, spraying droplets off her soft fur. For some time, she chased some birds, yipping as they took off into the sky in a flurry of feathers.
When she'd tired herself out, the pup found a ball. Her brothers loved playing with balls. Tennis balls. Moss balls. Anything round, chewable and throwable. With a thoughtful gleam in her chocolate hues, the pup knawed on a yellow tennis ball, tail still wagging to-and-fro.
She missed her brothers and sister. She missed home. Still. This place was not so bad.
[align=right]— mhaighdean uasal bhàn
After the initial adjustments, the little dire wolf was growing more comfortable in this place. This beach. The jungle. Strange faces. No siblings. Suvi had lived and breathed her family. She was one of the three; triplets, and one of five; siblings. Here she was alone, aside from her father and the two uncles and a cousin she barely knew. The golden-furred child was half-avoiding those of her blood, outside of her father, whom for the first day or so, she'd been glued to.
Raziel was safe. Familiar. Yet, the child was a happy, energetic girl. As the fear and anxiety of the new surroundings faded, Suvi finally came out to play. On the beach, she could run straight ahead for miles, dash into the water, then rush out with the waves, spraying droplets off her soft fur. For some time, she chased some birds, yipping as they took off into the sky in a flurry of feathers.
When she'd tired herself out, the pup found a ball. Her brothers loved playing with balls. Tennis balls. Moss balls. Anything round, chewable and throwable. With a thoughtful gleam in her chocolate hues, the pup knawed on a yellow tennis ball, tail still wagging to-and-fro.
She missed her brothers and sister. She missed home. Still. This place was not so bad.
[align=right]— mhaighdean uasal bhàn