“Petit a petit, l’oiseau fait son nid”
Jeunesse
Blaise was born in a small runt pack. His mother and father's first litter; and it didn't go well. Being smaller wolves, his mother bore all runts herself, and all boys. His father was a proud dad; but his dear mate was sickly after her boys were born.
And in midst of winter; the Jeune Achillée as they were called, was in danger. Father could only hunt; and mother could only cough. Nothing was done, and with little food the brothers fell week.. till only four brothers were brought out into the spring light; missing mother and two of her sons.
Blaireau, Blaise, Bagno, Baran
Vie sevrée
The day we were weaned, father took Blaireau, Bagno, Baran and I out. We didn't know where we were going, but father promised a Elk liver and cuddles.. but, we walked along time, so long.. I thought my paws were to fall off. But, we made it too a smaller clearing with a tiny pool of water that you could see your features in, and he commanded us to wash up. Never have I nor my brothers have been met with my fathers sharp tongue, but we did as told.
Then, we waited. Fathers sharp tongue became kind, and we were groomed to perfection. Bagno didn't like it, and snapped, which got him corrected by his head going into father's mouth; but after that... my brothers and I were quiet.
Then, this lady came. She wiggled her way into the clearing and greeted father with licking his chops.. Yucky! Father licked her chops back affectionaly, and his grizzled; once depressed pupils lit up with the feeling of affection. The only time Blaise had seen such.. affection. He had never seen his mother receive such thing from Father ever, so why would she get it? "Mr. Drzewko; are you ready to go?"
"Yes, Ms. Czeremcha. We are. These are my sons: Blaireau, Blaise, Bagno, and Baran."
