Grateful adoption

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Title: Grateful adoption

Day/theme: Nov. 30, 'and the little ones chewed on the bones'
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
Characters/Pairings: Sig/Izumi, Alphonse
Rating: G

The dog yapped and barked, slipping and scudding as it raced after the children. They shrieked and yelled when it came close to their heels, jumping away quickly from the nonexistant threat posed.
Mothers looked on, gazing out of kitchen windows or from doorways, calling out occasionally to call one in to do chore or shooing one back into the fray.

From a distance she smiled warmly, finding their rough and tumble amusing. Found it entrancing to watch and was bound to her window by their antics, hesitant to leave and to get on with work.
She drew the window open further, allowing the late summer breeze to play with her hair; throwing it this way and that over her shoulders.
Hollow thwocking in the distance alerted her to the fact she should be present at something else. Her fingers were raised to her lips, a shrieking whistle calling out in the distance.
The dog yapped loudly as it slid to a halt and tried to reverse its direction, heading back to its owner and following the whistle back home.

She left her post at the window, abandoning the vision of children to pick up the dog, holding its wriggling form in her arms as she travelled through to her husband.
A smile was passed between them as she set down the hyperactive puppy, letting it scramble to the freshly scraped bone set out for it.

"He enjoy being outside?" he questioned lowly, knife steady as ever in his hands.

"Yes, he enjoyed playing with the children," there was a wistful tone on her voice as she set about gathering equipment and ingredients for cooking their meal.

"He's an obedient little pup, I think we did good by taking him off Ferdan's hands," he stoically nodded toward the puppy, enthusiastically chewing and gnawing at its treat. "No replacement, but you've got things to look after."

She smiled gratefully back at him as she set to shopping carrots.
"I suppose," the diced vegetables in question were tossed into a bowl, "But it's no different from any other time."

She set the knife aside, kneeling down to rub her pet behind it's ears as she called out sternly,
"ALPHONSE! SET THE TABLE NOW!"

Her husband just nodded and smiled to himself, knowing that they did good adopting the little puppy.