SheepMomther

“Hmmm…” Tencha’s soft voice rumbled in his throat as he rummaged through the cabinet in his kitchen. It was a small house, decorated with simple, olive wood furniture, and a few porcelain tea sets and pets around the kitchen and dining room. Anyone who saw them would know it was the most important part of the house. But Tencha didn’t let many people in. Or anyone, really. “Out of vanilla.” He hummed to himself. “Marigold’s also running low…” he took the small glass containers where he kept his personal tea leaves as he checked each. He put them back carefully, soft paws laying them gently in the cupboard before closing it. He sat upright, placing his paws on the floor before shifting his tail nervously. “Guess it’s time to restock…” Restocking wasn’t that big of a task; not for most, at least. Tencha lived in a small town in the Dome, but it wasn’t an unresourceful one by any means. All he needed to do was leave his little tea shop, walk through the market street, and buy more

Bears for Breakfast by SheepMomther It was a calm, serene morning, like most mornings in the forest. The light of dawn had just begun to kiss the never melting snow of that part of the woods, and the cold blanket had started sparkling in return. Solveg was still deep in her slumber, sides rising and falling with deep, comfortable breaths. The gentle rays of sunlight hadn’t touched her face yet, thick branches above her blocking it from disturbing the Tokota. It took a few chirping birds and rustling leaves above her to wake the giant creature. “MMYAAAAWN…” Solveg let out a yawn that sounded more like a low roar, and stretched lazily before standing upright. Thanks to the unmoving weather despite the seasons, Solveg always found her forest pleasant. She looked around the snow, and then sat down to look at the trees above her. After a few minutes of basking in the winterly glow of the atmosphere, Solveg stood up to walk to the lake. She knew that forest like her own paws; the forest