#baronyofthesilverwolf

"Oh Pyschka, I do owe you, but a moment more...." A fuss but a smile then she says to the litlle fawn "I wish for many things for myself, love, prominence, and respect, but for you, little one, I wish you a long life so you may grow to the beauty of all seasons, and may you never be caught by an unkind heart" She closes her eyes just for a second. wonderingg if this one is a pooka

No one pokes her in the eyes, or wedgies her with a cackle, or even 'boops' her nose and says 'Tag, you're It!'! It seems that this small creature is not a pooka - for what pooka could resist such temptation?

The fawn lays his head back down - the sun is warm and his grassy nest, cozy. Someday all too soon he may bound through these trails with hunters on his heels... but not today.

Something catches her eye just under the fawn's left ear - a spot of lighter green amongst the grass. It's a sprig of clover - common as, well, clover... except for the 4 leaves on the sprig that are turned up to catch the sun.

Startled, she reaches for the four leaf clover, then plucks it up "Oh my"

It may just be a bit of lovely dross... but it feels like it may be more, as it tingles under her fingertips.

Her dog sniffs at it curiously too.

"Thank you for this gift," She tells the fawn, then puts it behind her ear,, rises and grabs the ball "Ball?" To her pup

The giant pup dances around her feet, eager to play, while Vespa keeps watch from a branch overhead.

And she throws it in a different direction "Fetch, Pyschka!"

The dog bounds excitedly after the ball! As Nadeen follows, she catches just a glimpse of white moving through the trees at the edge of a clearing - heading back to check in on the fawn now that the strangers have departed.

And nadeen gives mother and fawn their space, besides, her girl was promised play with ball!

Ball! BALL! While Pyschka may never admit to such undignified play, she is VERY good at tracking down and retrieving the red orb of doggy delight.

And each return of the ball is rewarded with pets and strokes

It's a tough game to play. Which is more rewarding? The thrill of the chase, or the praise on return?

Fine.. she'll throw in a belly rub "You're a hard bargainer, Pyschka"

A demanding chirrup from Vespa, and it's good that she has two hands. Better not find a third animal companion.

"Oh Dagmar, you've scarred me for life. " She tends to both animals, hunts and fetches... and heads home. She has a squirrel to give to a certain redcap

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