Trix awoke from her bed in one of the basic rooms over the Surly Stump, looking over to see her two new pups laying next to her, expectant eyes watching her. She reached out and rubbed them both atop their heads, "Let's go outside then, what do you say Remus? Remilia?" They didn't yip excitedly as one might expect, but their tails did wag. Trix got up, and began getting dressed and relieved herself, the pups hopping off the bed and patrolling the room yet again. It was more than just habit for them, it was their life. Control and protect. Once she'd pulled her boots on, she opened the door. The female led the way, already having learned the layout of the tavern, with the male following behind. It really amazed her how smart they are. Yes, they needed training still, but they picked up many things without having to be trained.
The climb down the stairs was slow, as both pups were still small, struggling but determined as they descended. When they reached the bottom, Trix cooed and thanked them, before the trio left the tavern. They walked to the nearby patch of grass that she'd been letting them use. They looked up expectantly to her, and she nodded, and they went about to sniffing out the area and relieved themselves. "Alright, let's go get something to eat, what sounds good guys? That deer meat was pretty good, but how about that boar vendor?" If the pups understood her, they didn't show any sign of it. Or maybe they just knew that the food didn't have to do with their duty of protecting her.
So they walked through town, Trix watching as the pups watched everything. Whenever they saw another animal, or person, one of them would put themselves between them and Trix. They didn't growl, didn't start a fight, simply put out the visual warning. In doing this, they orbited her like a pair of protective moons. Finally they arrived at the boar farmer, on the edge of town. He had a huge fenced-in section of the woods, where many of his giant boars roamed and rooted about. At the front of it, his wife worked a stand, cooking boar meat in many various ways. Trix bought a larger than normal helping of pig shoulder and bacon, given to her in a paper wrap. The pups didn't beg for the food, simply watching.
"Let's find a place that's nice to eat at."
The left the edge of town, walking between the many vast trees that stood there. The pups kept an even more vigilant watch, as if they knew this area was inherently more dangerous than the village. Remilia's ears perked up, she was the first to hear the music, and Remus followed suit. Eventually Trix heard it as well, recognizing it as a flute, at least, she thought so. It was quite pleasing, "Let's follow the music." And so, Remilia led the way, with Remus following up the rear.
The female pup led them to a small clearing, where she paused, staring at the denizens therein. There was a young woman, who looked a little familiar to Trix, but she couldn't quite place it. She too had a pup, a larger one, that looked a bit like a wolf, sleeping at her feet. There was a flute at her lips, playing an enchanting music, a relaxing melody that Trix quite enjoyed. Not wishing to startle the woman, who appeared to be rather focused on her music, Trix greeted her, "That's a fine song you're playing, mind if I stay and listen?" She found a mossy log, and sat upon it, her pups coming over and sitting on the ground in front of her, between her and the woman. Trix opened her paper wrapped meal, and tore off a few pieces, offering them to the pups first. They both sat, staring at it, leaving Trix smiling. She tossed it to them, and they caught the meat, before chewing on it, eyes never leaving the flautist and her wolf pup.
Trix had plenty of food, "Would you and your pup like some?"
