Tufta Meadows The portal releases you in a small clearing, then fades a little so you can't reenter. You mutter some, looking around the deserted clearing...or what you thought was a deserted clearing. A small creature...an odd mix of creature traits...ambles by, humming. He only pauses his walk when you clear your throat noisily. "Oh, sorry about that. I was just heading off for dinner." He grins sheepishly. "Call me WinTer. WinTer smirks some, lashing his tail. Before he can start to say anything else, a young and energetic queen scrambles over and promptly pounces and sits on WinTer. The male o.O;s but doesn't struggle. The queen, however, beems up at you. "Saluvidae!" she says cheerily before rolling off the tom and proceeding to lick WinTer's tail, paws, ears..whatever she can reach. The male just sits there, somewhat shocked. Between licks, the queen identifies herself as Sno'Fyr, daughter of XiThay and DróDúl. After some time of licking and grooming, WinTer finally pulls himself away from her. "Enough of that, I don't really have time to chat...so I'll be moving on now," he says, smoothing a bit of leg fur with the opposite paw. You almost feel sorry for him, but suddenly another blur of fur, this one goldish hued, flies from a nearby pile of brush and tackles WinTer, squealing with delight. WinTer sighs dejectedly and allows himself to undergo the same ordeal he just finished with moments ago. The poor Tufta's fur is sticking up all over now. "Alright, ALRIGHT. Get off me Pow'Err. Please?!" The young adult giggles and rolls off WinTer, landing on the other young queen. They both fall into a fit of giggles. While the queens are occupied with WinTer, you take a moment to look about. As you do so, you notice a multi-hued Tom off by himself in the shadows, just watching. He resembles Pow'Err a great deal. You assume that the adult is the offspring of Pow'Err, since they both bear the same Glyph. "Yes. That's TaVhen. My son," Pow'Err says, catching your glance at her child. "He's grown into a find and steady Tom, but he's so reclusive." The Queen smiles fondly at her son. While you look back at TaVhen, a kit that looks quite a bit like Sno walks over to you, giving you a once over. You o.O and say hello. For a bit, the youngling just eyes you before giving a very pronounced "Saluvidae". "I'm ZaiRyn," he says very matter-of-factly, giving you another strange look. "I don't suppose you've met my father..." You shake your head....you don't THINK you did. ZaiRyn shrugs. "Ah...well, I didn't expect you to have. I suppose you didn't meet my twin either. She doesn't live in this realm....and we don't look anything alike except for our features and aspects. Colors are definately different." All this is pretty interesting, but something catches your eye. Tufta Adoptions The Tufta are (c) to Jess and the background is (c) to me. Nothing on this site is free clipart.