Helynn the Pup. Years 2 and 3.
This is the first post for a story I'm doing at the moment. This contains no yiff but will have some violence and tense themes.
Helynn the pup.
"Warmies. It's all warmies." Helynn giggled.
A big pot pie was sitting on the window sill a moment before. She decided it was her's and like most little wolves her age she took what was her's. She sat down and stuffed her face happily. The 2 year old wolf pup had the pie gone within seconds it seemed. Her mother was working behind her on the dishes and didn't realize her pup was getting into trouble again. She turned to her with a smile when she heard Helynn talk.
"What's all warmies, honey?"
Then she saw the pot pie pan on the ground and the pup happily eating.
"Oh you silly little fur. Come here."
Jill picked her pup up and took her to her room, laying her gently in the crib.
"I love you, you little bundle, you."
Helynn just smiled back at her mother. Jill pulled the blanket to upon the wolf pup and the pup fell silently to sllep. The dreaming state fell upon the beautiful pup within moments. A splash of green; red tulips on the green. The grass was high and the field long as the eye could capture. The horizon fed itself into a blue sky, blazed upon by red and orange streaks. A sunset was over the sky as Helynn ran, happily, among the tall grass, though, she could feel a certain longing. A certain pain among her small heart. If anything could fix it would be her mother of course. Her mother was always there. The only person she knew who wouldn't leave her; no matter what. She waited in the tall grass, simply sitting in the field and waiting for her mother. Somehow she didn't show. This perplexed the poor pup who gained a tear at the corner of her eye. Then, when all seemed dark, someone else appeared. The tall masculine wolf standing over her looked strong but gentle. He had a smile across his muzzle that melted the world around Helynn. She simply stared at him as he picked her up into his caring arms and carried her to the tree line. This wolf she never saw before had her at ease. Her mind couldn't help but shake a certain feeling. Though this person was so kind and so strange she felt she knew him already. He never spoke a word, nor did his muzzle move from that melting smile of his. He set her down and kissed her on the head while she cringed. When she came back up to look at him again he vanished as a puff of smoke swelling into the air around him. He was gone within a couple seconds and it left her empty again. She awoke at that moment and began to cry. She vaguely understood the dream and when her mother came to ease her crying she looked at her mother carefully. What she asked her next, would stay with them both, for the rest of their lives.
"Mother?"
She asked.
"Where's father?"
Jill's color drained and a tear came to her as she hugged her cub. She tried not to cry but she did anyway. The cub understood. A terrible truth to know that he didn't exist anymore.
Year 3
The next year was a vivid time for Helynn. Her mother started working at home and she didn't have to leave often; a good thing, in fact, for Helynn. Her mother kept her from worrying about her father. Jagged peaks between enjoyment and playfulness made up her life. She was able to forget the dream. She spent days in the backyard, running and playing. The puddles in the spring gave her splashing fun. The rain fell just for her, it seemed. The grass was her fuzzy carpet; her floor to play sports on. Her mother played many different sports with her while she grew. Her favorite sport was baseball by far. The Autumn leaves were her friends who blew alongside her as she played in the chill. When winter came her birthday grew close again. Her being born in the latter half of December she was a "winter baby." The snow was her favorite environment. She played in the snow and practiced hiding for hours. Eventually she'd be able to hide in the snow like no one else. But this was far from now. This was only her third year and she enjoyed it as any three-year-old should. Her mother and the backyard they had were her world for the most part. Her question didn't come up that year. The only question that did was;
"When do we play mommy?"