My Darling, You will never be unloved by me, you are too well tangled in my soul
3-3-3 OC
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Éabha had been bothering Babushka like crazy, gnawing on her paws, jumping at her to attempt to tackle the poor woman, even attempting to scare her whilst napping. Éabha had no sense of personal space, always glued to someones hip and did she care if they nipped at her or bit? Nope! It never hurt either, so now she had minors scuffs and scrapes from when her and Ksy would wrestle and get a little too rough.

At the moment, she was trotting her way back to where she'd smelled Valeska at; she had planned to bother Babushka, maybe chew on her tail a little, maybe learn more Russian from her! Mama won't teach her the words she wants to know, so she'll find someone else! So when Éabha saw the distinct silver and whites of Babushka, she picked her pace up to a jog, hauling herself quickly towards the older female.

She'd also have to brag about getting taller! She could practically touch the clouds now!

Paradise looked different to everyone; in Valeska's case, it manifested in the form of copious grandchildren.

Her paws had become sodden clumps of matted, chewed-up fur, her back hurt like hell from all of the play-wrestling, she hadn't slept in approximately 36 hours, and she wouldn't have traded it for anything. At present, however, she had finally (and very gingerly) laid herself down for a period of gentle repose, having long looked forward to a well-earned nap. She was happy to babysit for Dimitri and Fiadh - wasn't that what grandmothers were for? - but even she was mortal at the end of the day and required rest.

Which wasn't going to happen.

The sound of thumping paws swiftly approaching from her left saw her crack open a bloodshot eye.

Éabha, she grunted. Hello, Éabha.

She found it difficult rousing herself to action. After all, in just a little over a month, Valeska was going to turn an exhausting seven years old - seven! Technically she ought to have been eight, but the bountiful magic of Mythris or some such mystic woo-woo had freshened up some of her cellular structure by a full year's worth when she arrived.
Don't ask her how she knew; she just did.

Perhaps whatever the child wanted was simply a conversation this time. She could manage that much.

Valeska rolled lazily onto her back, ignoring the burning sensation emanating from the wound in her tail. She was very good at that lately. Tilting her head upside-down, she looked at Éabha expectantly, waiting for her lovely silver grandchild to state whatever her most recent desire was or to otherwise inflict further bodily harm upon the matriarch's aging form.

My Darling, You will never be unloved by me, you are too well tangled in my soul
1-0-1 OC

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Éabha giggled as she came up towards Babushka; her tail wagged excitedly. She loved bothering Babushka and Mamaw, mostly Babushka though, as she seemed more tolerable about being chewed on! When she neared, Éabha slowed down and stood above Valeska, staring down at her with a glazed focus. All her teeth showed in the wide smile, her entire body vibrated with excitement, and jumping around Valeska, she giggled briefly once more.

HiHi Babushka!! Fit ye daein? Why are ye just laid oot here? Waur's Mamaw?

A chatterbox, as usual, Éabha never seemed to shut up unless she was chewing on something. She'd truly taken after her parents, tall and a bit of a mouthful. Where did she get her chewing habits, though? Who truthfully knew? She just kind of liked to chew; that was evident in her habit of finding anyone's and everyone's tails or paws. Gnawing on them like a dog with its favorite chew toy.

Giggling like the gremlin she was, Éabha briefly stepped on the tip of Valeska's tail, not really noticing she did and just continued to jump around before tripping over her own paws and falling mouth first into the dirt. She practically scorpioned in the process; standing, she shook herself like nothing happened, shaking the dirt from her mostly clean pelt.

Such a lovely smile, Valeska thought. Éabha surely got it from her; the women in her family had always been praised for their remarkably straight and unusually strong teeth, with short but powerful jaws that were very, very good at holding on to things and not letting go.
Perhaps this grandchild shared those genetics. Valeska squinted to study harder.

Yes.

Perhaps.

Hmph. Her accent was strange, but it could be taught out of her, she thought. Although the older woman had been living amongst wolves who spoke the Common tongue for the greater part of her life, she still struggled with heavy accents and unusual turns of phrase, as even now it took her a few extra seconds to process what Éabha was trying to say.

I was relaxing, she said matter-of-factly, turning to prop herself up onto her side. But it seems that I shall rest когда я умру (when I am dead), as I have heard it put.

Had Dimitri taught her any Russian, she wondered?

Valeska flinched as Éabha stomped on the end of her tail, but at least it was far enough away from the infected portion not to cause more than a little jolt of pain. All the same, her features did not change, regarding her grandpup with the same warm, doting smile she always had - for this was still joy.

I am not sure where your mother is, she said, But who needs mah-maw when Babushka is ready to play!

(She was not ready to play. She was fucking exhausted.)

Nevertheless she hopped to her paws, swatting playfully at the young wolf who was pretty much her own size already, but what did it matter? Valeska barked and bolted down the hillside, anticipating Éabha to give chase.

My Darling, You will never be unloved by me, you are too well tangled in my soul
1-0-1 OC

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Eabha watched Valeska study her features, curiously watching and tilting her head. Nose twitching, Eabha dropped her smile slightly, going cross-eyed to try and see what was on her face that Babushka saw.

Is there somethin' on ma face?

She tried to use her tongue, licking at her nose and sides of her muzzle as best as possible; the only thing there was the dirt she had face-planted into. Focusing on Babushka, she noticed she was now propped up, her eyes squinting a little to focus on the bit of Russian she spoke. Trying to figure out what had been said, piecing it together briefly, but didn't speak much on it.

Her eyes fixated on the female before feeling the playful swat. Shaking her head briefly, Eabha jumped to a stand and bowed, tail wagging high above her hips as she stared at Valeska. Yipping a bit when she bolted, running down the hillside, the young female took off instantly. Chasing the older woman down the hill, using her longer legs to eat the distance between them, teeth nipping at air where Valeska's tail flicked at. With each stride, she got closer to clamping her teeth down; she had yet to learn just how strong her own jaws were, she was warned, but had never learned.