So, since I can kinda bend my arm again--
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Edited to add that I'm done for the day, I think. :) Thank you, all.
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Wild Roses:
"the word "_____" is starting to lose all meaning to me now." (Ruadhan and Donel)
"more teeth than I want to face in the morning" (Ruadhan, Hernén)
"a beautiful hide" (Baroness Sidonie Two Rivers)
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Edited to add that I'm done for the day, I think. :) Thank you, all.
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Wild Roses:
"the word "_____" is starting to lose all meaning to me now." (Ruadhan and Donel)
"more teeth than I want to face in the morning" (Ruadhan, Hernén)
"a beautiful hide" (Baroness Sidonie Two Rivers)
" ( Read more... )
Hazel, dressed in dusty borrowed clothes--he could tell by the Tall Pines edges, and had to assume some wolf had seen fit to rinse his daughter off and put her in clean clothes--grinned up at him.
Those clothes would need cleaning before they were returned to their actual owner; she'd thrown herself through at least one thicket and a muddy ford recently, going by the burrs and smudges, and had a green stain running the entire length of her right arm.
"Daughter mine," he started, and her grin widened, showing off the gap where she'd lost another milk tooth, "what are you doing?"
"WINNING!" she announced, scraping herself back up off the ground and wincing as she did, rubbing at the hip she'd landed on, then at her shoulder, where she'd hit his leg. They might have matching bruises, he thought as he flexed his foot and his shin protested.
"Really," he said, and she brandished something in a closed fist.
"Oui," she chirped, and dug her toes into the ground, about to take off again.
Sighing, he dropped to one knee, holding out his hands towards her. "Let me see it?"
She scowled, thinking, head cocked to one side as though she were checking the state of her pursuit, then unpeeled her fingers enough to show him what looked like a wolf's teething toy with a catch-me-not pattern tied on in sunset-red silk.
"Huh," he muttered, and she grinned again, closing her fist and dropping into a runner's crouch.
"They thought I couldn't play. No nose. And now, I'm winning!" she crowed, and took off.
Five minutes later, two boys about her age--also dressed in Tall Pines clothes though theirs fit a bit better--went tearing through in unmistakable pursuit.
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(and yes, this was a game of approximately ten bebe!wolves. And then there was Hazel, fresh from an involuntary rinsing.
And then there was a redheaded blur.)
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