Romance is in the air...this is probably the most beautiful and scenic place in Blossom Forest. For the athletic and determined to come with their mates, for time away from pups. Only adults may come here; some of the ledges are too far apart for teens or pups to cross and some too high to scale.
IP: 50.183.1.170
Posted on August 9, 2014 at 05:21:58 PM by Mink
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The pup’s fur was drenched with sweat as the white female picked the faeling up within her jaws. Such a big problem this would be, as the ess was carefully trying to place her feet on the rocks to the back of her. They scraped against her pads as she went, the soft feeling of sticky liquid doing something to keep herself slipping. But, soon, the air became dense, and Mink raised her head as the ground found itself safely under her inked paws. The scent of blood mingled inside of her nares, and she set down the girl in her jaws. A light breeze started to pick up, sending chills down the vixen’s spine as she let out a gasp. “Alright. I’m going to take you to some water.” Her own blood scent was masking whatever was inflicted on the faeling’s bodice, so Mink lifted her up from the dust once more, and walked forward to the scent of water. It had been awhile since she had picked up a pup. In fact, only twice had she done it before. As she had been a loner, a couple pups had found her, she had given them food, and they had been on their way. Something about carrying a small being in her care seemed to arise something inside her. And it felt gracious; wonderful. The trees gave her shade as the scent of a small pool of water hit her. With the mingled taste of blood in her mouth, she set the girl down. “Tell me where it hurts.” She started sniffing the pup’s body, carefully touching other places with a small amount of force. As she made her way to the front leg, she found a displacement. Though she could not see it, the bone felt broken, and the only way to heal it would be to set it back into place. An intake of breath scent the ess’ vocals working once more. “Your leg it broken. I am going to have to set it back into place. It is going to hurt, my dear, so best we get started so it can stop.” In the middle of her speech, she went to a tree and scraped her claws down the side, chipping bark and setting it into the firm grip of her jaws. Turning, her clouded eyes blinked as she kneeled and gave it to the faeling. “Bite down.” A small smile evolved across the white wolf’s face as she bent down to the injured leg. Pity crossed her mind once or twice, as the force of her weight started to impact the leg. It took several tries, but with one more snap into the air, she felt the bone cave. |
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- shine bright - By Reagan August 9, 2014 at 10:56:42 PM
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