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Hello, I'm Dawn Hunter-Bellwether...er, formerly Dawn Bellwether if you didn't recognize the added surname. And before you ask, yes 'that' Dawn Bellwether. Ex-Assistant Mayor, Ex-Mayor, Ex-Criminal Mastermind (Reformed thank you very much), City Savior, Controversial Author, and Predator/Prey relationship advocate. I'm also, as you probably guess by the hyphenated last name, married, and happily so to my mate Vernon Hunter, a gray wolf. I'm also a mother to three wonderful pups, something I never thought I'd ever have the chance to be! But, lamb sakes, I've gushed enough about myself here without explaining exactly what this blog is for. You see, after the release of my book “Predator Seeking Prey”, our little family started to get a lot of public attention again, and with it came a lot of question from curious mammals and other pred/prey couples from all over Animalia. My best friend and mate Vernon thought it would be a good idea to deal with these questions directly by opening a sort of blog/forum and taking those questions about our lives directly. Since then, I'd like to say our little blog has been quite successful, with even members of our family and friend circle pitching in and taking a few questions as well. So with all that said., please feel free to Ask Away!


Oh, and also, feel free to check our old location for previous asks until we can get a better archive system in place!


The original Ask Dawn And Vern Tumblr! This blog is a continuation/reboot of the "AskDawnAndVern" tumblr, as I am permanently locked out of the Tumblr at present.

https://askdawnandvern.tumblr.com/


(Blog Author Note: This blog is based on the fanfiction “The Rehabilitation of Dawn Bellwether” as well as it's pseudo-sequel “A Lamb Among Wolves”. If you haven't read them, it'll probably help you better understand what's going on here if you do. I'll link both stories below. Oh Also, I'm open to questions as well. Simply direct “Author” emails to “WastedTime” when composing them. And before I forget, I have a Patreon! Five dollars gets you access to in progress fics, Ask priority, and art previews of both SFW and NSFW art. Of course, even a dollar would help. Seriously, it's how I keep projects like this alive.


The Rehabilitation of Dawn Bellwether:

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11999389/1/The-Rehabilitation-of-Dawn-Bellwether

A Lamb Among Wolves:

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12364172/1/A-Lamb-Among-Wolves


Wasted Time's Patreon:
https://www.patreon.com/wastedtimeee


And Finally, Please Submit your asks to this email address!
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Wednesday, May 1, 2024

Ask Giselle; Are you from Great Kitten?

 


Giselle: Yes, I'm a Great K'ittish native. I lived there with me family until me Dad foinally got the job transfah he'd been tryin' to pull for about a decade. *Laughs* It was sorta the culmination of a multigenerational migration.

Dawn: Multigenerational?

Giselle: Well, I'm sure it won't exactly surprise you to know giraffes ain't a native species to Kingland. *Giselle giggles, taking a small sip of her vanilla chai latte before placing it on a very tall side table.* Up until me Granpa was born, the Zarafah line lived in South Afrikat. But as you prolly' know, South Afrikat, fancy as it is now, still has a bit o' a caste system.

Dawn: *Scratches her chin thoughtfully* R-Right, Right. Because pre-reformation Simbalogy is baked into the culture there right? So Lions at the top, followed by most preds, then prey, then hyenas and lesser animals?

*Giselle nods briskly* 

Giselle: Megafauna, wether predata' or prey usually places pretty hoigh on the caste, but it still wasn't something me granpa could abide. Every memba of me family up till then had put up with things, but me granpa not only wanted to live somewhere where all mammals were equal, but could see tha buildin' tention in the populace around him...so he did everything he could ta get out.

Vernon: He figured there'd be a civil war eventually?

*Giselle nods*

Giselle: It hasn't happened yet, but ya can't say South Afrikat is doin' much better than in his day...

Dawn: Due to the parliament's continued enforcement of the caste system, they were actually expelled from the U.A.N. a few years back if I recall correctly. Most of the talking heads say it's only a matter of years now before that powder keg goes off.

Giselle: Anywho...South Afrikat is very strict when it comes to immigration policy, even more so now. But at the toime, when they still had decent relations with Kingland, they allowed a certain number of South Afrikat citizens to immigrate to Kingland yearly...Which me granpa had to fight for a spot for...took 'im five years before he got accepted inta an internship program workin' at a Kinglish aviary that specialized in Afrikat native species. 

Dawn: Your Grandfather was an Ornathologist?

Giselle: *Giggles* He loved boids! Thankfully his l'ittle 'obby translated to somethin' he could use to get the Zarafah's to Kingland, even if he 'ad to go to college for it once he arrived. Still...Kingland was only step one in his plan...

Vernon: I take it Zootopia was the end goal?

Giselle: Initially, yes...he wo'nted to live in a place free o' state-sanctioned specism, a place that stroived to make all mammals equal. Zootopia was that place, according ta all the back alley gossip and secret literature the South Afrikat government did its best to ban and burn. But it took him decades to migrate the rest of the family to Kingland, especially as South Afrikat kept toitenin' migration restrictions, and by the toime we all made it ova, me granpa had sorta ingrained inta Kinglish society. But that didn't stop him from inspirin' me on Dad with stories of Zootopia.

Vernon: And that's how y'all ended up here?

Giselle: Me Dad was a Kinglish military mam'. And the Kinglish military frequently collaborated with the militaries of Zootopia and the NMU.

Wade: No offense Darlin' but yer Pa...doesn't exactly look like 'military material' to me...*Chuckles*

Giselle: *Giggles* He wasn't a soldier, he 'elped desiogn technology for the coalition of nations. A lot of what he designed is actually gadgets strictly for Mammalitarian purposes, somethin' the Zootopian Reserve frequently partakes in...

Dawn: Ahh...so he was building up a portfolio of work to eventually aim for a dedicated position in the Zootopian Reserve's Research and Development arm?

*Giselles nods briskly.* 

Giselle: It took a lotta' toime and effort, but eventually they soigned him on and we finally left Kingland for Zootopian shoires. I was around fourteen then, hence why everyone in the family still has the accent...

Vernon: Y'all even miss it?

Giselle: Well, in me heart Kingland will always be me home. Me Granpa still lives there, and a lotta' me friends from when I was a calf...But if me father never brought us here, I never woulda met me precious little' Bobby...*Proceeds to ruffle Wade's head fur with one of her rather hefty hooves.*

*The dusky grey wolf lamely fights back with a laugh before clasping the massive hoof in his paws and planting a kiss on it.*

Wade: I wouldn't have it any other way Darlin'...

*Giselle cooes, bending down partially to plant a kiss on the top of Wade's head before stopping a foot or so short and momentarily making a strained wince before aggressively rubbing a particularly angular-looking bend in her neck.*

Giselle: *Laughs* Even the neck strain and the pricey massage bills are worth it.

Vernon: That custom little home fer y'all still ain't done yet huh? *Chuckles*

Wade: *Wade rubs the back of his neck, a look of unease and mild guilt lacing his features.* We're uh...still saving up for it...Megafauna homes are expensive to build from scratch...Plus most a' Tundratown ain't zoned fer housing mammals with as much neck as Giz has...

Giselle: Mammoth's seem ta be the limit...so we were lookin' into buyin' a mammoth home and renovatin' it...

Wade: But again, permits...don't y'all just love bureaucracy? 

Dawn: *Rolls her eyes, letting out a dull chuckle* Wade, you don't know the half of it...

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