BeetleSnort

BonePipez stories. (Each interaction is recorded and rewritten down below to be told as a story-account. Each wolf, will have their own stories and respective roles.)

the 10th of july, just a day later of joining her new pack with the help of Tala giving her a convinced snort, she barks an order at HateHex, the combative she-wolf, who's ears furrow back in light irritation. Upon seeing her leader walk up, she'd shut up and feign innocence.

On the same day, under the full moon with the autumn air, a night of fun between two Canis Lupus' resulted in her, buried in a nest with wriggling Black & brown maggots nestled near her teats, taking her milk as she panted, pain lingering.

July 16th, Once both of the pups she gave birth too soon weaned, she first dragged off her son past the rocks and mountains and down a trail. She first stopped the pup from wandering, and soon taught him various techniques to fight.. and first trained him to recognize certain herbs. He'll.. get it soon.

July 17th. After spotting a lone puppy, peacefully playing with a singular beetle.. She didn't have hesitation and pulled QuickVyktorya away, dragging her along the woodsy trail. She would continue to then train the pup, and have to often tell her not to giggle everytime she walked by while the pup was hidden well underneath a moss-covered log.

July 18th. After dragging the younger female pup off to the training area, trees looming over the grassy yet rocky area, She watched as the pup suddenly leapt powerfully with her hind legs, using the ground as her savior for that jump, and tried to sink her teething teeth into the thick fur under BeetleSnort's neck. Ultimately, faster then the small pup, she barked and swatted QuickVyktorya away, teeth bared as she growled. "Going for the underside of the neck is ONLY EVER for killing, never for play!" she barked at the pup, giving her a correction nip.

And even after getting back from the training session with most of the pups, she turned right back to her role of being a Pupsitter and bossed around the pups, telling each one how to do a certain task correctly. again.

aand.. after that too, she watched as her youngest, the one who had tried to basically kill her earlier, chased a rabbit around the outskirts of the territory. She stood on the sidelines, sniffing a pee-covered rock before perking at the noise, as the QuickVyktorya suddenly slid- or rather tripped and tumbled forward onto the earth, yelping in pain. Although, once she saw the red, she turned and trudged over worriedly, sniffing the small wound on the pup's paw. Her moist warm tongue licked at the wound, her saliva giving it a little healing boost, cleaning the drooling blood out as her pup clinged to her, whining. They just dont stay careful, do they?

July 24th. Trudging into her mate's den, slipping past the mossy rocks and approached him, she dropped a dead and bloody gull infront of him. After seeing his confusion, she snorted and barked "Take it." and nudged it to his paws. Her attitude and kindess-for-gifts is confusing..

August 1 or July 30th idk. After gazing at the blue moon for an hour more, she couldn't help but let her heat control her actions towards her mate, SwampDew and rub against him, whining softly despite the usual temper that came along with heat. The two wolves, secluded from the pack, would carry on another session of relieving themselves through intercourse. and then they'd cuddle