Stories of the Past

Stella settled down beside the pups, her eyes sparkling with memories, as they all sat together in the cozy farm den. "Gather 'round, little ones," she said, her voice warm and inviting. "Mama has stories to tell you about your father, Lupus."

The pups snuggled in close, their ears perked up and their eyes shining with excitement, as they leaned against the soft hay. Stella smiled, taking a deep breath before beginning.

"Your father was a great wolf, brave and strong," she started. "He loved playing in the farm fields, chasing after sticks, and getting belly rubs from Farmer John. He protected our farm family with his life, and always put others before himself..."

As Stella began to tell stories about me, the pups' eyes grew wide with wonder. They had never heard tales of their father's bravery and adventures before. Stella's voice brought me back to life, and for a moment, I forgot I was just a toy.

One of the pups, the curious one who had dragged me to Stella, looked up at his mother with excitement. "Tell us more, Mama!" he yelped. Stella smiled, happy to oblige. "Well, let me tell you about the time your father chased a rabbit all the way to the farm's edge..."

The pups leaned in, their ears perked up, as Stella continued the tale. "Your father was so fast, he could almost catch the wind! He chased that rabbit across the fields, past the barn, and all the way to the edge of the farm. And then..." Stella paused for dramatic effect, making the pups yelp with anticipation.

"And then, he let the rabbit go!" Stella exclaimed, a twinkle in her eye. "He realized that the rabbit was just trying to get home to its family, and your father didn't want to hurt it. He was a kind and gentle soul, just like his sons." The pups looked at each other, their tails wagging proudly as they basked in the praise of their father's good nature.

The pups' eyes shone with admiration, and they looked at me, the toy, with newfound respect. The curious pup, who had dragged me to Stella, reached out a paw and touched my fur, as if trying to connect with the father he had never known.

Stella smiled, watching her pups' reaction. "Your father was a true hero," she said, her voice filled with pride. "And I know he'd be proud of the strong, kind wolves you're growing up to be." The pups yelped in excitement, and Stella settled in for a good cuddle, wrapping her paws around them. I, the toy, was nestled in the midst of this warm, loving scene, feeling grateful to be a part of it, even if only in spirit.

Stella looks at me, and what she sees is a toy that looks like me. "He is a hard worker, and now he is gone, and now he didn't even get a chance to meet all of you." she began to cry

Pov stella

I gazed at the toy, my eyes welling up with tears. It was as if I was staring at Lupus himself, frozen in time. My heart ached with the memories of our life together, of the laughter, the adventures, and the quiet moments we shared.

I thought about how much Lupus had wanted to meet our pups, to teach them how to hunt and play, to watch them grow and thrive. But fate had taken him away from us, leaving me to raise our children alone.

The toy seemed to mock me, a constant reminder of what I had lost. I felt a wave of grief wash over me, and I couldn't hold back my tears. "He's gone," I whispered, my voice trembling. "He didn't get to meet you, to see you grow up. He didn't get to be here for us."

One of the pups spoke "Mother how did our father die?"

I paused, taken aback by the pup's question. I hadn't expected them to ask about Lupus's passing so soon. I looked at the toy, and then back at my pups, trying to find the right words.

"It's... complicated," I started, my voice hesitant. "Your father was protecting our farm, our home. He was keeping us safe from harm. He... he gave his life to save us." I felt a lump form in my throat as I spoke, but I tried to keep my emotions in check for the sake of my pups.

The pups looked at each other, their ears drooping slightly as they processed this new information. The curious pup spoke up again, "Mother, will we ever see Father again?"

I lick him and shake my head. "No, rigil, he will never come back. You won't even meet or hear his voice. " I look a toy wolf

I gazed at the toy wolf, my eyes filling with tears once more. I licked Rigil's forehead again, trying to comfort him. "But we have his memory, and we have each other," I whispered, my voice cracking with emotion. "We'll always carry him in our hearts." I looked at the toy wolf again, and for a moment, I could have sworn I saw Lupus's spirit in its glassy eyes, smiling at me, telling me to stay strong for our pups.

Pov lupus

I watched as Stella licked Rigil's forehead, trying to comfort him. My heart ached, seeing my mate and pups hurting because of my absence. I wished I could reach out, lick their faces, and tell them everything would be okay. But I was trapped in this toy, unable to move or speak.

As Stella looked at me, I felt a jolt of connection. For a moment, our eyes locked, and I could sense her pain and longing. I wanted to tell her that I was still with her, that my spirit lived on, but I was silenced by my toy prison.

Rigil's question still lingered in the air: "Will we ever see Father again?" I wished I could answer, to tell him that I'd always be with him in spirit, but Stella's words cut through the silence: "No, Rigil, he will never come back."

Stella smiled. "This toy wolf looks so much like him, and it makes me sad to even look at it!"

I felt a pang in my heart, knowing that my likeness in this toy form brought Stella pain. I wished I could tell her that I was here, that I was still with her, but all I could do was sit silently, a constant reminder of what she had lost.

Stella's eyes welled up with tears again, and she gently picked me up, cradling me in her paws. "I'm sorry, little one," she whispered, as if apologizing to me for her emotions. "You just bring back so many memories." She held me close, and I could feel her warmth, her scent, and her love. It was a bittersweet moment, being so close to Stella yet unable to truly connect with her.

Rigil question: "Can we play the toy now?"

Stella's expression changed, and she smiled weakly at Rigil. "Of course, little one," she said, handing me over to Rigil. "Play with the toy, but be gentle with it, okay?" Rigil's face lit up with excitement as he took me from Stella, and I could sense the pup's energy and playfulness.

As Rigil began to play with me, I couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions. I was happy to see Rigil happy, but at the same time, I felt a pang of sadness knowing that I was just a toy to him, a reminder of the father he would never know.

Later, 14 more pups ran to join in on the fun

The farmhouse den erupted into a joyful chaos as the 14 additional pups tumbled in, eager to join in on the playtime. Rigil yelped with excitement, and the group of pups swarmed around me, their paws and noses poking and prodding me from all sides.

I was passed from pup to pup, each one taking turns to mouth me, pounce on me, and generally roughhouse with me. The noise level in the den grew louder, with yips, yaps, and growls filling the air.

Stella watched over the commotion, a warm smile on her face as she saw her pups having so much fun. Farmer John's laughter could be heard from the next room, enjoying the lively atmosphere. Despite the rough handling, I felt a sense of joy and connection to the pups. I may be just a toy, but in this moment, I was a part of their play, their laughter, and their love, surrounded by the warmth and comfort of our farmhouse home.

Two rambunctious pups, their tails wagging furiously, grasped me firmly in their jaws, one on each end. They began to play a spirited game of tug-of-war, growling and yelping with excitement as they pulled me back and forth.

I was stretched and pulled, my seams straining under the force of their playful tugs. But despite the rough handling, I felt a sense of joy and belonging. I was a part of their play, their laughter, and their love.

The two pups stumbled and tumbled, their paws waving wildly as they struggled to gain control of me. Finally, one of them managed to wrestle me free, and they pranced away, me clutched triumphantly in their jaws.

All 15 pups are trying to grab me, but they don't want to share it

The pups' playful growls and yips grew louder as they tussled over me in the farmhouse den. Each one tried to grab me, but none wanted to let go. The room was filled with the sound of their playful squabbles, as they rolled and tumbled around me on the soft hay.

Stella chuckled at the commotion, "Looks like they're having a bit of a disagreement over who gets to play with the toy!" She gently intervened, trying to separate the pups and restore order to the den. Farmer John, who was sitting in the next room, couldn't help but laugh at the ruckus. But the pups were too caught up in their playful battle, each one determined to claim me as their own.

Stella grab me

Stella's gentle jaws closed around me, and she carefully plucked me from the midst of the squirming pups. She held me firmly but gently, her eyes shining with amusement as she surveyed the disappointed faces of her pups.

The pups looked up at Stella with pleading eyes, their tails wagging hopefully as they whined and whimpered, trying to persuade her to return me to them. But Stella just smiled and tucked me safely under her chin, holding me close as she settled down beside her pups.

Pov Asher

I sat perched on the farmhouse shelf, watching with a painted grin as Stella swooped in and rescued the toy wolf from the midst of the rambunctious pups. My glassy eyes sparkled with amusement as I took in the scene. I was Elijah, the toy wolf, and I had a special connection to this family - especially Stella, who had lovingly placed me on this shelf.

As Stella held the toy wolf close, the pups gazing up at her with pleading eyes, I felt a pang of nostalgia. I remembered the days when I was the center of attention, when Stella would cuddle and play with me. Now, I was content to watch over the family, a silent companion to their joys and adventures.