bea
08-05-2019, 01:03 PM
Some of the others try to hobble to their feet, but Bea, as the youngest, remains for a few extra moments. She finds comfort in the feeling of the soft grass beneath her feet, her body pressed against her mother’s, her father’s lips on her forehead. Bea looks up at her mother — she has no concept of her strangeness: the exposed bone, the dried blood. She only sees Wonder’s beauty; her warmth. She whinnies at her mother happily, though it comes out more like a screech.
The boys bark away, Tamlin happy and excitable, Thorn sleepy next to her. Bea turns her head to Thorn, screeching into his ear. She finds herself jealous of the yipping and barking and lets out the fiercest baby growl she can manage, then scrunches her muzzle, unsatisfied.
Bea tries to throw herself away from her mother’s side and succeeds in rolling away, red and white legs flailing. She looks over to her sister, then her two brothers, and stretches her legs out, launching herself up before standing on them, wobbly. Her body shakes with excitement before a powerful sneeze catches her off guard and she topples over.
When she sits back up, a wolf puppy head has replaced her own, normal, foal-head. “Yip yip,” she starts, and then, when she realizes she sounds like her brothers, “YIP YIP YIP!”
She rolls back to her mother’s side, deciding that rolling was an easier method of travel than getting up and walking, and beams up at her parents, awfully proud of herself.
The boys bark away, Tamlin happy and excitable, Thorn sleepy next to her. Bea turns her head to Thorn, screeching into his ear. She finds herself jealous of the yipping and barking and lets out the fiercest baby growl she can manage, then scrunches her muzzle, unsatisfied.
Bea tries to throw herself away from her mother’s side and succeeds in rolling away, red and white legs flailing. She looks over to her sister, then her two brothers, and stretches her legs out, launching herself up before standing on them, wobbly. Her body shakes with excitement before a powerful sneeze catches her off guard and she topples over.
When she sits back up, a wolf puppy head has replaced her own, normal, foal-head. “Yip yip,” she starts, and then, when she realizes she sounds like her brothers, “YIP YIP YIP!”
She rolls back to her mother’s side, deciding that rolling was an easier method of travel than getting up and walking, and beams up at her parents, awfully proud of herself.
bea
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