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Paper knights (pt. 1)

           Sitting on the edge of my plush baby blue bed I sigh as I place my sketch book next to me. The afternoon light trickles into my room through the window above my desk. My room is rather small with a bed sits next to my desk in a corner. And behind my desk is a small dresser. I lay back on my bed with my legs hanging off the side. I brace myself when I hear the pitter patter of feet running to my bedroom door. My door then bursts open, and someone jumps on top of me.

           “WAKE UP! WAKE UP! WAKE UP!!!” Sarina screeches into my ear.

           “Hey that hurts!” I whine holding my ear as Sarina giggles on top of me. “I’ll get up ok, now out.” I command.

           Before Sarina leaves the room, she turns to me. “Oh! Mom and dad left on another business trip so come make breakfast please!”

           I sigh slightly annoyed. I walk over to my tall black dresser and open the top drawer and grab a grey shirt with a paint brush on the front and a sports braw. After closing the first drawer, I open the second one and grab a pair of dark blue jeans and a pair of underwear. Closing that drawer, I open my sock drawer and grab a pair of light pink socks. Taking off my white silk night gown. I put on my cloths and walk over to my desk and grab my phone off the charger and headphones. I also grab my hairbrush and run it through my long strawberry blond hair. I like to leave my hair down most of the time.

           Stepping out of my door I walk down the hall that leads to the living room. Our living room has a large flat screened TV mounted on the wall. About 7 feet from the TV is our charcoal grey L-shaped couch. Between the couch and the TV is a small coffee table that sits on a colorful rug. Behind the couch is a hall that leads to the front door, my parents’ bedroom, and their offices. At the side of the living room is a large arch way that is framed by sticks and twigs.

I walk through the arch into the dining room. In the center of the room is a large dining pine table that is supported by a large pine tree trunk. At the sides of the table are six hand carved chairs each one slightly different from the other. Hanging from the ceiling is a deer antler chandelier with electric flame lights. On west side of the walls are pictures of our family. A grandfather clock sits beneath the photos ticking loudly. At the northern part of the room is another arch with the same design as the last.

Walking through it I enter my destination the kitchen. On the wall across room the arch way is her mother’s pride and joy two restaurant grade stacking convection ovens. Next to the ovens is an antique woodburning stove that only gets used in black outs, and when mom wants to use the bread drawer. Directly next to the wood stove is a marble counter that wraps around the wall and stops two feet from the arch, and about three feet from the wood burning stove is a gas range built into the counter. On the wall behind the gas range cast iron pans hang from hooks. Resting above the rest of the counter space are cupboards. At the center of the room is an island table on wheels. The island table has a bowl of fruit on top of it, and on the bottom shelves are bowls and cooking utensils.

           Walking over to the cupboard next to the gas range. I reach up to the cupboard and open it and grab the pancake mix. After I set it on the counter, I close the cupboard. I turn around and reach to the island table and grab a bowl and whisk I then set it next to the pancake mix. I then walk over to the fridge and grab four eggs and four strips of bacon. Setting the eggs on the counter next to the items I had out. With my spare hand I grab a cast iron frying pan off the wall and set it on the range and lay the strips of bacon in the pan.

Starting the stove, I bring it to a low heat. While the pan was getting warm, I started work on the pancake batter. Once I finish the batter, I flip the bacon pieces. While waiting for the beacon to cook I grab two plates. Once the beacon is nice and crispy, I take it off the pan and set two pieces on each plate. I then pour some of the batter into the pan with the beacon grease. I flip the pancake and gently press on it with a spatula. I perform the same process for the next three pancakes. I place two pancakes on each plate. I then spread some butter on the tops of the pancakes. Smiling to myself I crack the four eggs into the hot pan. Gently flipping the eggs, I call out to my sister.

“Breakfast is ready! If you don’t come here ill eat it for you!” I yell with a smirk on my face as I hear frantic running.

Smiling I place two eggs on each plate. Taking the plates in my hands I waltz into the dining room and one of the plates in front of my giggling sister, and the other on the opposite side of her.

“Here is your breakfast my lady.” I bow and giggle.

In an English accent Sarina responds “I approve of this breakfast loyal servant of mine. Now, where is the syrup?”

I gasp and place my hand over my heart “I am deeply sorry my princess I shall go and fetch it for you now. Oh! By the way my lady would you like milk or tea?”

Sarina taps her finger to her chin and smiles “I would like milk dear servant.” With that she shoos me away with her hand.

I giggle and walk back into the kitchen. Grabbing the milk from the fridge and two cups from the cupboard. Filling the cups with milk I place the jug back in the fridge. Reaching up to another cupboard I grab the syrup and begin to waltz back to the dining room.

“Your milk and syrup my lady.” After I set the things in my arms down onto the table we double over in laughter. “We are weird!” I laugh as I move to sit in my place across the table.

“No, you are the weird one Ziny!” Sarina giggles

I gasp in shock and hold my hand to my heart “You have wounded me with your mighty sword of words dear sister! Why are thou so cruel to your older kin?”

Sarina sighs and smirks “You know I don’t understand your weird words dear Ziny.” She says sarcastically.

I giggle “Well we better eat breakfast before it gets cold.” I smile and pick up the syrup and drizzle some on my pancakes. I then pass the syrup to Sarina. “After we are finished with breakfast we need to head to school.” Sarina groaned and nodded her head.

The rest of breakfast continued in a comfortable silence. Once finished I picked up the plates and entered the kitchen to wash them. Placing the plates on a drying wrack I wash the other dishes I used and put away what I left out. Stoping in the arch of the kitchen I see Sarina doodling on a piece of paper with her backpack on her back. However, I noticed she forgot to change out of her night gown.

“So, do you plan on going to school in a night gown and rag muffin hair or are you going to go and change into some proper cloths?” I smirk as I lean against the arch. Sarina’s eyes widened as she looked down at what she was wearing and scrambled away from the table and dashes towards her room.

I shake my head and chuckle. Walking into the living room I grab my backpack and swing it onto my back. Five minutes pass when Sarina bursts out of her room and runs up to me. She wears light blue jeans, a pink unicorn cat shirt, silver sparkly tennis-shoes, and her hair is tied up into two small pigtails.

“That looks much better you ready to go my rug muffin?” I say as I shift slightly.

“I am not a rug muffin!” she states as she puffs out her cheeks.

“Oh, forgive me how about monkey instead?” I cross my arms and smirk.

“I am not a monkey either! Let’s just go.” Sarina huffs.

I chuckle turn around and walk towards the door. Opening the door, I raise my hand up to my eyes to block the bright rays of sunshine. Once my eyes adjust, I walk forward. I smile as the sun’s rays heat my skin. The cabin my family and I live in is located on a large plot of 150 acres surrounded in forests. The only way to the property is an old dirt road. Next to the cabin is a shed that holds supplies for gardening and our bikes. Backing the bikes out of the shed we turn them towards the road. While I close the shed Sarina starts peddling away.

“Hey! You why are you leaving without me!” I shout as I jump on my bike and follow her. I catch up to her easily and she begins to giggle. I shake my head and chuckle as well.

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That moment when you are so board of doing school work that you begin to talk to yourself while you write fanatics...... there is no return....

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The Master mystic (pt.2)

          (A/N: Due to a family member constantly asking for more of this one there is a part two. The song is for the begining. I do not own the picture!)

          Before he can nestle into a deep slumber someone screams.

          "Zavig! Zavig Ukerk! Why must you constantly change the day to night when you arrive?! Do you have any idea how hard it is for the students?!" Already knowing who it is Zavig inwardly groans as he hears the woman's angry footsteps approach him.

          "What do you want Nahzis? Can you not see I am in the middle of something?" He states in a bored tone without opening his eyes.

          "I can see that you are in the middle of being lazy as always!" She screeches.

          Zavig cracks an eye open his piercing orange eye stares at her with resentment. "Watch your tongue you screeching harpy."

          The older elf woman before him wears black flats, a black pencil skirt and a royal blue blazer with a white under shirt. Her white hair is pulled into a tight bun on the back of her head. A pair of glasses rest on her up turned nose, and her eyes are a storm grey.

          Nahzis clamps her mouth shut and scrunches up her face. Turning her nose upwards she snarls. "If you were not the one providing us with a place to live you would have been exiled by now! And it is Headmistress Nahzis to you!"

          "Really I would like to see you try exiling me screeching harpy. Now what did you come here for? I assume you did not come to idly screech in my direction. Hmm? Oh, and I much prefer calling you screeching harpy." Zavig yawns and props is face on his left arm and smirks. He snaps the finger of his free hand and a whisky flask appears in his hand. Popping the top open he takes a whisk if his drink and lets a few lone drops dribble down his face.

          Nahzis stairs in pure horror at Zavig as he tilts his head back to take another swig. "Such disrespect! To be drinking alcohol! In front of a lady no less!" Now fuming with anger Nahzis takes a deep breath and continues. "Anyway, I came here to tell you something of great importance. The school for magics will be having its largest group of students yet, and we will need a shipment of ten times of what you usually send."

          Zavig raises a brow "Really now? That's quite a lot of magics this time around. The guardians will have their work cut out for them this year. Since there are so many magics this year, I shall also help gather them." Sitting up straight he looks down to the older elf woman. "Oh, it also seems you forgot to say something."

          Nahzis's Frown deepens if possible as she tries to figure out what she forgot to say. She stands there for five minutes before it dawns on her. Biting back her pride and anger she grimaces.

          "Please. There, happy?" She snorts angrily.

          "Very. Now would you please leave me to my very important business." He responds sarcastically.

          Nahzis huffs and turns around grumbling to herself. Walking down the hill she disappears in a puff of smoke. Zavig lets out a sigh of relief. Grumbling to himself he stands from his chair and cracks his back. He looks to the whisky flask in his hand and chuckles.

          "If she knew there was not a drop of alcohol in that flask but tea instead. She would have a heyday." Shaking his head, he tosses the whisky flask into the air it disappears into a portal. Walking off the porch of his house he walks in the same direction that Nahzis went and disappears into a puff of smoke.

          When he reappears, he stands in front of a large white building with a statue of a unicorn out front. This is the school of magics. There are five large buildings each dedicated to a different year of students, and each has a different statue out front. The five buildings are semi-circular and placed in a circular formation with teal oriental styled roofs.

          The first building in the ring is white with silver trim and has a fairy statue out front. This building is for the children that are the ages of five through fourteen. All the next buildings are white in color with gold trim and have large pillars to the side of the entrance. In front of the second building is a nymph. The third has a peryton statue. In front of the fourth is a unicorn, and the final building has an English dragon statue.

          Behind the main buildings are dorm rooms for the magic students. However, the children that are fairies are assigned families to live with, and once they are an age, they can take care of themselves they are sent to the nymph dorm rooms. And it is quite like modern human high schools.

          Zavig gazes at the buildings. Shaking his head, he strides towards the center of town. The moon lights his path as he walks. Blinking he changes the night back to day so no one else will chew him out about it. At the center of the town is a large gated garden that is always in pristine condition. Zavig sighs with relief as he enters the flower garden.

          At the sides of the entrance rose bushes are trimmed to look like unicorns standing on their hind hooves. On the fences of the garden are various vining flowers, and fruits. The garden is a circular shape with a white cobble pathway. Circular arches covered in vining plants are dotted along the pathway. At the the corner of the garden is a small shack with a clear roof and is overgrown with various vines and bushes.

          Walking over to the small shack Zavig opens the door. Inside the shack are a set of gardening tools and the small potted plant he retrieved from the human realm. Picking up the small pot gently in his right hand with his free hand he closes the shack door. Striding to the center of the garden there is a small patch of bare earth.

          Kneeling to the ground Zavig flips the small plant in his hand upside down and gently pats the bottom of the pot to release the plant. Placing the now empty pot next to him he begins to gently massage the roots of the Ziggy lily. Once finished massaging the roots he digs a hole in the center of the bare patch of land deep enough for the plant he places the lily in the hole and gently pats soil over its roots. Sitting back on his legs he happily gazes at the small plant in front of him a small smile graces his lips. Reaching for the pot besides him he tosses it into the air, and it disappears in a poof of smoke. The crunching of footsteps and the light clanking of armor catches Zavig's attention. He stands and looks towards the person approaching him.

          "I knew I would find you hear Zavig. I assume Headmistress Nahzis has already informed you of how many magics we will gather this year?" Before Zavig stood a young elf male clad in black leaf-like armor with white fluffy wings on his back.

          "Ah. You mean the screeching harpy that visited me earlier? Yes, I heard." Zavig states a look of annoyance creeps across his face. The young man in front of him doubles over in laughter at Zavigs comment.

          "You really shouldn't call her that you know. She's just worried about the large number of students this year." The man states between fits of laughter.

          Zavig rolls his eyes. "You try dealing with her nagging and then you can tell me not to call her a screeching harpy general Serif."

          General Serif only starts to laugh harder and wheezes "Ok I get your point. I am pretty lucky I only have to deal with her once a year." Serif manages to quell his laughter after taking some deep breaths. "Anyway, the main reason I came to find you is I was wondering if you would like to see the progress for the gathering. I have already selected those I deem ready for this task."

          Zavig hums. "Alright let us see what you have prepped. I have also decided to join in this year's gathering."

          General Serif nods and the two walk out of the garden and begin to walk towards the Guardian training grounds.

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The Master mystic

(Picture is not mine)

            Clicking can be heard as a crowd parts like the red sea. A tall hooded individual walks in the center of the divided crowd. Whispers travel through the crowd like quiet waves. The figure says nothing as they pass the small creatures. Making their way towards the market the figure cares not for the human’s whispers. He knew his appearance would attract attention, but he did not care for it. He wears black monk like robes with maroon and silver accents. Ah his hip is a maroon scarf with metal loops on it. Attached to the metal loops are small vials, bottles, and flasks. On his feet he wears wooden sandals. He came to the small town of Acara for one thing.

        When he arrived at the Acara market he turned towards a small shop at the south eastern corner of the square clearing. With several long strides he stands in front of the stall. The stall display is full of various flowers and herbs. A small human girl looked up to the figure.

        “Hello their sir! You aren’t from around here are ya? What can I get for ya?” She chirped.

        “No, I am not from around here. I came here looking for a Ziggy lily. I was told that you might have one.” His voice low and smooth.

        “Ah! You have good taste in flowers sir. You are lucky I have one left in stalk.”

        The young woman bends down to get the flower from beneath the counter. When she stands back up, she places a pot the size of her palm on the counter. The pot is filled to the brim with rich dark soil in the center of the pot small green shoots stand in the soil.

        “Its truly a hard find these days. Now, if you don’t mind me asking why would a man such as yourself need such a rare flower hmm?” she looks at him with a searching stare.

        He glares down at her. “That is for me to know alone. How much would you like for the flower?” his voice curt and cold.

        The girl flinches under his gaze. “A-alright then… U-umm that will be three gold pieces p-please.”

        With a flick of his wrist three gold pieces clatter onto the table. He reaches to pick up the small pot with his left hand. The young woman gasps when she sees his light green hand.

        “You’re an orc! Gaur-” Her sentence was cut short as a large hand covered her mouth.

        He glares at her from beneath his hood. “I wouldn’t do that if you want to keep your life.”

        She whimpers and nods. He slowly retracts his hand and reaches for the pot again. Picking up the small thing in his left hand he then takes his right arm and draws a circle in the air. A portal then opens where he drew the circle. Reaching into the portal he places the flower on a shelf, retracts his arm and closes his portal. The young woman falls to the ground quivering in fear.

        With that he turns on his heals and begins to walk away. Reality starts to swirl and wave as he walks until it was like he was never there. He takes one more step and appears in a small forest meadow. At the edge of the meadow is a large hill that leads up to a large, grand, oriental mansion that stands on stilts. His long strides carry him up the hill and to the front porch. Bushes surround the base of the mansion covering some of the stilts. Striding over to the chair on the right corner of the porch he sighs and sits. To the east of the mansion is a large garden, and to the far north are large mountains.

         Removing his hood his black hair and long pointed green ears spring free. Orange eyes stair at the sunny sky, blinking the sky blurs into dark night, stars glimmer like diamonds, and the moon shines like a polished opal. Staring into the endless sky he leans back into his chair. Closing his eyes, he falls into a light sleep.

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The legend of Ylva (pt.1)

            Summer sun rays bathe the land in warmth, slipping through the tall pines reaching the grassy floor. The tall pines thin in number as a clearing can be seen with a bubbling river running in the center of the clearing. Splashing of fish, and the croaking of frogs can be heard. Next to the river in the tall grass lays a young woman.              Her untrimmed blond hair falls to her feet touching the forest floor. A large brown bear pelt covers her back, the bears head now acts as a hood of sorts. The front paws and legs act as sleeves and gloves and is the only way the cloak stays on her Amazonian frame. Under the bear pelt she wears a simple red dear hide dress that stops just bellow her knees. At her hip is a braded belt made from tree saplings that were cut into strips, and then braided. Attached to the belt are small pouches made from various animal hides, and more rope. On her feet are rabbit hide shoes laced with a intestinal string.             She sighs as she looks to the sky. Her crystal blue eyes filled with wonder and happiness. Closing her eyes, she smiles as a cool breeze tickles her nose. She takes a deep breath, the air smells of pines, fresh berries, dew from the rainy night before, and blooming flowers.             “Ylva! Where ded ya go lass?!” Filtiarn howls. A wolf the size of a horse enters the clearing.             His fur is an onyx black with swirls of charcoal grey that slowly fades to white on his paws. Filtiarn’s eyes a pumpkin orange. A scar goes over his right eye fortunately though his right eye is not blind. His tail swishes from side to side slowly as he sits next to Ylva. Filtiarn is the alpha of the wolf pack Ylva is a part of.             “Ylva, wat 'av oi towld ye about wanderin' from de pack?! ye nu tiz naht safe out 'ere in de open fahr our kind.” He says with a low growl.             Ylva sighs and sits up her gaze turns toward the bubbling river. “I just wanted some peace and quiet, and this place was the perfect place to do so.” She turns her gaze to Filtiarn and smiles at him.             Filtiarn sighs and looks to Ylva. He chuckles when he sees her goofy smile. He lowers his head and nuzzles her cheek. Resting his head on his paws he looks to her.             “Oi know de pups can be... rascals, so perhaps tiz time ye got yer own den. how dose dat soun'?” He said in thought.             “Really! You mean it! I can have my own quiet den?!” Ylva jumps from her spot on the ground and begins jumping up and down. Her eyes glitter with excitement at the thought of having her own den.             Filtiarn chuckles as he watches his human daughter jump around him. “Tat tiz only if ya stay with da pack, an don’ wander off!” he explains sternly.             Ylva stops jumping and grins at Filtiarn. “Ok, ill stay near the pack. Ill be too busy digging to leave the pack anyway!” she says sarcastically             Her sarcasm earns her a playful glare from Filtiarn. Filtiarn stretches and then gets up. He shakes the dirt off himself and chuckles.             “Alright tiz time tah head back to da den. Tomorrow ya only job tiz ta start work o’ ya den.” Filtiarn stated. Turning to the tall pines, he trots back the way he came.             Ylva giggles with excitement and follows the large wolf. Ylva starts to jog and catches up with Filtiarn. A comfortable silence envelops the two as they jog back to the pack’s grove.             After five minutes of jogging the trees part ways and open to another clearing. In the center of the clearing is a large oak tree, its branches stretch across the clearing. Its leaves provide shade for the grassy expanse. At the base of the large oak tree is a large hole, this is the alphas den. Spiraling away from the tree are more dens. Outside the dens most of the adult wolfs lay in the grass enjoying each other’s company. While their pups play with one another in the fresh green grass. Filtiarn nodes to the wolfs as he passes them.             Slowing their pace to a walk. They enter the den bellow the tree. The roots of the tree make intricate designs on the walls of the tunnel. Glowing bugs light the hall as they pass them. The hall opens into a large cavern about 9 ft tall and 20ft across, and just like the hall roots decorate the round walls. On the ceiling roots hang down like small chandeliers. Glowing bugs cling to the ceiling and walls casting a light green glow in the room. At the sides of the room are five small bone piles, and small rocks. These belonged to the pups. At the center of the room a large female wolf lays asleep with five pups sleeping on top of her.             Filtiarn and Ylva quietly chuckle at the sight. Filtiarn walks quietly over to his mate Ulrika. Ulrika is a few inches shorter then Filtiarn. She has a soft long coat, and a slim build. Her coat is a soft brown mixed with light greys and whites. If it wasn’t for her size she could have been mistaken with an Alaskan grey wolf. Her looks, and strength in the hunt could make any female wolf jealous.              Filtiarn curls himself around her and their cubs. Laying his head on Ulrika’s neck he whispers to Ylva. “Ye hae time tae do whatever ye like until da evenin hunt. I am gonna tak' a nap wi' ulrika.” After saying that Filtiarn closes his bright orange eyes.             Ylva now left alone to her own thoughts she walks out of the den. She sits next to the den opening and turns her gaze upward. Closing her eyes, she lets her thoughts be as wild as the wind. She begins to think of how she became a part of this wolf pack.              At the time she was too young to remember everything that had happened. Filtiarn made shure to tell her what had happened. As he felt it was his duty to tell her and make shure she knows what she is. When she was a young girl her parents lived in a human shelter out in the forest.              One knight in the middle of winter her father began to have an argument with her mother. The argument got so bad that her mother decided to leave. Ylva’s mother Took her into an odd moving vehicle and left. However, her mother was so distraught the odd vehicle crashed into a large tree. Her mother died upon impact. Filtiarn at the time was a young single alpha.             Filtiarn was on an evening hunt. He was tracking a moose when he came across the human shelter. He got on his stomach and made his way under a window and listened. He heard the end of the argument and saw Ylva’s mother walk out of the house with a young child in her arms. Filtiarn watched from bellow the window as her mother sped off into the stormy knight.             He decided to follow the odd thing her mother got into, and by the time he caught up to the odd thing the front part of it was wrapped around a tree. Upon getting a closer look he could tell the mother was dead. He was about to leave when a child’s cry caught his attention. The back window was shattered. Slowly he placed his head next to the young child.             The child stopped crying immediately and began to giggle as his fur tickled her tiny pink nose. At that moment he decided to take the small child with him because, he knew she would not survive the harsh winter knight. Ripping the restraints, she was in he picks her up by the scruff of the odd human cloths she wore. Slowly removing himself and the human child from the odd Vehicle. He lifts his head and begins to trot into the forest.              The little girl giggles as she bounces up and down. Filtiarn decided while hearing the child giggle that he would make her an honorary wolf in the pack, and no one could convince him otherwise. To this day he doesn’t know why he abandoned the hunt, or why he decided to follow Ylva’s mother. However, Ylva is grateful to whatever made him abandon the hunt and save her from certain doom.             Ylva opens her eyes and stares at the tree canopy. She sighs and stands from her spot on the ground. Smiling she walks around the dens. At the north eastern edge of the clearing is a large flat bolder that lays in the sun. Ylva sits on the bolder and watches four pups play in the grass. The four pups catch Ylva’s stair and run over to her.             “Alpha Ylva would you pway wif us pwetty pweez!’ The Four pups plead.             Ylva smiles and chuckles. “Sure, why not!” Smiling she gets on all fours and growls playfully.             The pups launch themselves towards Ylva and tackled her. The pups begin to jump on Ylva’s back, she waits until the pups stop jumping on her and then flips over. This surprises the pups as they are now under Ylva. Lifting her hands from the ground she begins to tickle the sides of the pups. The pups laugh and squirm their way out of Ylva’s reach.              This continues for a few hours until their mothers call their pups back to their dens for the night. Ylva lays on the ground panting a smile spread across her face. She lays there for a few minutes catching her breath. Stars begin to show their brilliant light in the sky as the moon slowly rises to join them. Slowly she stands and makes her way back towards her family’s den. All the adult wolfs are now outside their dens getting ready for the evening hunt. Nodding to all the wolfs as she passes them, she enters the large tunnel to her family’s home.             Filtiarn and Ulrika are now awake and sitting in front of one another speaking hushed tones. They notice Ylva the moment she steps into the main room. Ulrika turns to Ylva and chuckles.             “Ye waur it playin' wi' ta pups weren’ ye?” her voice light and smooth as a river.             Ylva laughs in response to Ulrika and nods her head “That evident huh?”             Ulrika chuckles “Yer main tiz a mess” Shaking her head Ulrika picks up a pinecone in her mouth and tosses it to Ylva.             Ylva chuckles and catches the pinecone. She shrugs off her brown bear pelt and pulls her hair to the side. Taking the pinecone in her right hand she begins to brush her hair.             Filtiarn chuckles at the exchange between the two. “As suin as ye ur finished wi' 'at we will start th' evenin hunt.”             Ylva hums in agreement. About five minutes of brushing later Ylva sighs in relief “Finally done! I can rest my poor arm.”             Filtiarn and Ulrika smile at Ylva as they stand from their spots. The two trot out of the den leaving Ylva by herself with the pups.             They would take turns watching the pups while the others hunt. Today it just happened to be Ylva’s turn to stay behind. However luckily for her the pups were already asleep. Ylva turns from the entrance to the pups behind her. She smiles and walks over to them laying on her side she curls into them. The pups radiate warmth from their soft coats which slowly lulls Ylva to sleep.