Post by [Midnight] on Jun 24, 2008 8:31:05 GMT -5
Since Crystal decided to have some individual time with each pup, she left today with Gwenevere and left Kabuto up to Frosty. So the proud father, although slightly worred - the pup will probably get hungry in a little while, what if Crystal isn't back in time? - took Kabuto near the lake, meanwhile always making sure that the small, white pup stayed a good distance away from the water.
Frosty watched as Kabuto pounced through the patches of grass, which had grown astromically since the time the lake was first dug out. The little guy couldn't talk yet, but Frosty pointed out everything he could and described it all to his third son, making sure his own enunciation was crisp and clear.
He sighed as he studied his baby. Frosty could tell that this one was going to look very much like himself, and although it made him very, very proud, and it almost made him slightly edgy, as if he was remembering some of his own childhood when he looked Kabuto. He realized that was the case after he started taking glances over his shoulder, expecting a bright red wolf come stalking angrily towards him. It made old Frosty shiver.
But when Kabuto squeaked a painful noise, Frosty looked closely at the albino pup, and realized that he had been stung on the nose by a nasty wasp. He frowned and carefully shoulder his way in front of the helpless bundle, crouching down to study Kabuto's wet nose. It didn't look too bad, but wasp stings were painful. So Frosty spent the next few minutes slowly caressing the tender wound with his pink tongue, hoping to soothe the pain away.
In the back of his head, he realized that wolves should be coming around here fairly soon; it was sunhigh, the hottest time of day, and also the thirstiest.
Frosty watched as Kabuto pounced through the patches of grass, which had grown astromically since the time the lake was first dug out. The little guy couldn't talk yet, but Frosty pointed out everything he could and described it all to his third son, making sure his own enunciation was crisp and clear.
He sighed as he studied his baby. Frosty could tell that this one was going to look very much like himself, and although it made him very, very proud, and it almost made him slightly edgy, as if he was remembering some of his own childhood when he looked Kabuto. He realized that was the case after he started taking glances over his shoulder, expecting a bright red wolf come stalking angrily towards him. It made old Frosty shiver.
But when Kabuto squeaked a painful noise, Frosty looked closely at the albino pup, and realized that he had been stung on the nose by a nasty wasp. He frowned and carefully shoulder his way in front of the helpless bundle, crouching down to study Kabuto's wet nose. It didn't look too bad, but wasp stings were painful. So Frosty spent the next few minutes slowly caressing the tender wound with his pink tongue, hoping to soothe the pain away.
In the back of his head, he realized that wolves should be coming around here fairly soon; it was sunhigh, the hottest time of day, and also the thirstiest.