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Willow Fritz
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posted 04-30-2022, 01:10 PM - Word count:
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t had been nearly a year since the life of young Willow had been saved by a wolf all in white. When the storm had nearly claimed her, Baelfire had been there to rescue her and Juniper. Now, almost a year on, Juniper was long gone, and Willow was nearly grown up herself. The world was a different place than it had been – less predictable, less friendly, in a way. But still, the girl smiled, even though it was harder lately.

She had not seen the puppy trio much since they were still very small, at their mother and father’s beautiful wedding. But Willow was determined: she wanted to repay her debt to Baelfire, and so she had been happy to volunteer to keep watch over two of them that day. She had spent days thinking up fun activities to keep pups occupied, and was feeling rather confident in her pup-watching capabilities. In her mind, there was no doubt she had this under control.

It was still morning, and there was a coolness in the air that hinted at winter’s closeness. The dark and the cold seemed a welcome change after the heatwave, but Willow knew that it would not be so easy. Her eyes were wide and vigilant as she prepared for her first day on duty, beneath a forest of scarlet and gold. She called out expectantly, "Gwydion! Arran! I'm here!"



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Arran Kinnaird
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Little Lion Man
posted 05-03-2022, 07:43 PM - Word count:
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"Weep, little lion man..."
Pupsitter. The word itself tasted sour on the young man’s tongue. The insinuation of it all but curled his lip in revulsion. Swallowing hard he tried to rid himself of the sick feeling it stirred. Although temporarily abated he couldn’t quite shake the deep furrows in his brows. His russet crown seemingly sinking lower above all but squinted emerald optics.

It wasn’t really fair that he and his “baby” brother had to be watched over while Orlaith got to go with mother… again. Of course, it wasn’t that the little lion man wished to be learning alongside mother, rather that he wished to be patrolling with father or to be with no one at all. A deep sigh escaped him at the thought of it.

"Gwydion! Arran!” The yearling’s feminine voice rang out sending a shudder through Arran, bristling his ivory pelt. So too did his audits slowly swivel down and back in annoyance. If only he could hide or melt away or simply disappear like an autumnal leaf on the wind.

“I'm here!" She proclaimed proudly as a strained and strangled whine escaped him. The little lion man all but growling at the announcement. Maybe if he just didn’t respond. Perhaps if he never answered she would go away. Another exasperated sigh because he was quite sure that Gwyd would reply. He’s probably already happily bounding over to greet her.

“How can she even pupsit us if she’s a pup herself?”

Arran grumbled the sentiment to the heavens as his emerald optics rolled skyward in derision. His mood was growing worse by the minute so that he loathed the poor femme before he even saw her again. It wasn’t personal with Willow, she was just the unfortunate physical manifestation of the little lion man’s frustrations.

Life was as unfair as it was boring. He deserved more than this. He needed more than this. This absurd situation with an embarrassing pupsitter! How would he ever come to be a strong, courageous, brave soldier of the Imperial Army, like father, if this was what his life was now? How!?

Suddenly all at once the tension in his brow released, the russet crown lifted to sit comfortably upon his head again, and those emerald eyes opened wide. An idea birthed from his anger, his frustration, his desperation. A mischievous toothy smirk now smeared his maw. Okay, he would play along…

The little lion man pushed himself to his still too big paws and began to pad in the direction of Willow’s voice. He had not seen her since his parents wedding so he was unsure if he could recognize her but he knew her scent, rosemary and sage...
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Gwydion Kinnaird
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posted 05-25-2022, 03:53 PM - Word count:
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Gwydion Kinnaird
"I dunno, but mom and dad said..." he whispered back, ears flicking suspiciously as the girl neared them. It wasn't that he disliked Willow... he just wanted to do things on his own. He was often wandering off and getting into trouble all the time and he couldn't wait for the day that he no longer got into trouble for wandering off. He just wanted to be old enough already that he and his siblings didn't need a sitter. He felt like that time had already come but mom and dad seemed to disagree and insisted on someone watching them all the time. He groaned and followed Arran before growing impatient (like, instantly) and bolting from behind him towards Willow's voice.

It wasn't long before he spotted her, she hadn't been far away, and while his brother was slinking he was already here. He looked back, a smug grin on his face, before looking back to her and then sighing again. "You know, we don't need a sitter." he said matter-o-factly.
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Willow Fritz
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posted 05-27-2022, 03:39 PM - Word count:
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everal moments had passed before she heard them stirring, and several more before they came into view. The boys had grown so much since she had last seen them – less like those adorable little roly-poly fluffers, and more like the wolves they would grow to be. More surprising, though, was the sour expressions on both brothers’ faces as they came nearer. Willow suppressed as sigh, the lack of enthusiasm to see her palpable.

Young Gwydion broke the silence: "You know, we don't need a sitter." Willow knew better than to argue with the lad, who looked not much at all like his dashing father. She also knew what sort of trouble an almost-yearling could get themselves into. After all, she had been one a year ago, and had nearly died in a blizzard, if it had not been for Baelfire. Hazel eyes turned to Arran, who nearly resembled his sire as his coat was mostly white, but hints of his mother masked his face and limbs. She smiled patiently. ”Oh, I’m not here to sit. I came to spend some time here with you.”

”We can do anything you want – well, not anything, but, you know…” Willow stopped herself from rambling more, looking at one brother, then the other to see if her words had created any semblance of willingness from the boys. ”It could be fun. What do you say?” Her smile was hopeful as she peered down at the younger wolves.



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