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ShadowMend quickly made his way to the WhoreHouse, where a very special cub was taking her nap, one that the broodmother finally laid her to rest, relieved that she was finally weaned off, as her sharp fangs made nursing much more difficult. ShadowMend felt the sun warm his fur as he slowly made his way towards the dozing cub, soft snores echoed around the den as their tongue slightly stuck out, the cutest expression on her face.
ShadowMend II licked and playfully nipped at the cub’s ears, the scent of fresh grass apparent from playing, and a slight taste of iron from the cub’s recent meal. When the cub’s eyes fluttered open, the hint of sunlight that peaked behind ShadowMend’s stature taunted the poor cub to keep her eyes buried into her paws, though the struggle was adamant as the cub’s eyes adjusted from the fleshy color of the backs of their eyelids, pupils intense and small. A dazed expression covered her features, indicating she recently woken up from a nap; yawning, her fangs apparent. She playfully rolled on her back, wanting to play. Sometimes the cub was far too smart for her own good, a sense of mischief needing release was embedded into her personality as a whole. There was something about the cub that drew others to her; sure it didn’t hurt that she was born with primal features superior to her siblings, though there was something much deeper there. Most of the time she was silent, though it wasn’t out of shyness that ShadowMend II observed, it was due to a deeper knowledge of consciousness unlike her fellow cubs; the intelligence to observe her surrounding and adapt accordingly without being standoffish. Her kindness didn’t have to be vocialized, as it seemingly radiated off of her dark fur; she never had to go out of her way to find friendship, as it seemingly found her. Her face remained friendly, her posture always open. She elevated others through her generosity, sharing her meal with her siblings who weren’t fast enough to reach the carcass in time before it was ravaged. Most importantly, she carefully listened to others and when speaking to them, she stared at them as if their words were sacred and should be appreciated as such.
ShadowMend II chuckled, “Alright little one, no time for playing, you have a new home!”
The cub quickly stood on all four paws, ears jutted forward, her senses searching for what was to come, “Who is it?” her nose twitched slightly as she sniffed.
“Come along, I’ve ensured that they will care for you till the rest of your days,” ShadowMend reassured the cub, grabbing something special for her new king to bring with her.
Her new king paced back and forth, from either excitement or anxiety; perhaps both! The cub glanced back at ShadowMend II, waiting for his reassurance to continue forward. Her new king dipped their head down slightly to meet the cute cub, the cub unable to contain her happiness as her tail raised slightly, and purrs escaped the back of her throat.
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