This wolf is currently nursing at least one puppy! She will wean her offspring in 2 rollovers! This wolf has not rolled over today and will not be able to be traded or gifted until its next rollover.
Saera scrambled through the woods, her young frame heaving itself over fallen logs and pushing under brambles. Behind her, Tir, Padraig, and Niall breathed puppy breath on her heels. Their laughs and squeals were loud in the summer forest. Saera was the first to slow down, tumbling into an opening in the forest. The warm brown wolf rolled onto her back, eyes closed and a happy smile on her face as she rubbed against moss and twigs. She was so happy and content! Feeling her friend Niall pounce on her chest, Saera let out a hearty laugh and pushed him away. She began to roll over when she heard worry in her brother's voice.
"Tir, what's wrong?" Padraig asked, and all the puppies turned to the child in question. Tir wasn't hard to miss. She was the most oddly marked wolf in the pack, even at her young age. She shared her sister Saera's coloring, but Tir's fur was blooming with faint cerulean spots. Trathnona promised the siblings Tir's spots would grow more bold with age, and Saera's head tilted at the prospect. But today, in the vale, something else was glowing. Tir was sitting with her head frozen forward and the pups gathered around her. It was obvious her eyes were on fire with a burning blue. Saera had never seen Tir with blue eyes before. The three siblings had all been born with orange ones.
Tir's voice was soft.
"Bayna the Blessed is pious and holy," she whispered, and the other three pups huddled together. Saera was the most brave and spoked first.
"What do you mean, Tir?"
"It means our father is watching us." Tir turned her face to other youngsters, and they could finally see the blue tint her eyes was now permanent.
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