by sunhorsestar » Tue Jul 05, 2022 7:06 am
Fish | Warrior | L-Pack | Tagging: River | Location: Camp
Fish knew, and it meant a lot that River placed that kind of trust in her, crazy as she may, because in her case, trust was something that was hard to come by. Likely because so many wolves assumed she was little more than an overgrown child. Oh Fish knew where it was going almost as soon as River had started speaking. Fish had her own traumatic water experiences, but she had learned to roll with it, even if her sense of reality had as a result wound up severely warped. Maybe in a way they were one and the same.
Fish's pale blue eyes widened. She couldn’t even imagine the kind of trauma that must have left her friend with. Sure, she had grown up joyfully laughing and telling wolves that her parents were a pair of salmon from the river, the first things she had seen when she had opened her eyes underwater, and she had convinced herself they’d pushed her back to shore and taken care of her whenever she came back to the river, but she knew she had to have come from a wolf, especially when Shadow absolutely INSISTED they were cousins.
"River…sky-dogs, I’m so sorry…" Fish shuffled closer and rested her head over the back of her friend's neck, praying it would be a soothing gesture. It wasn’t that she pitied River. River didn’t need PITY. She needed support. Fish was her best friend. "I dunno if your mind goes there, but you didn’t kill her, she came to get you, and…" Fish trailed off. What she had to say about it now wouldn’t make it better, and nothing could bring someone back from the dead. "You know she loves you, right? She loved you enough to take that risk, but she’s watching now, as one of the sky-dogs, so you’ll definitely see her again one day. She wouldn’t want you to hold onto regrets for the rest of your life."
Toby | Hunter | L-Pack | Tagging: Stenlin, Jaeger | Location: Camp
"Yeah, I don’t see why not! A group hunt is always a good way to start the morning," Toby agreed, standing up and shaking flecks of moss and leaves out of his thick grey fur. He checked the clearing briefly, finding Karter shivering, sitting in the corner of camp with Oriole. So he was already up and occupied. Good thing too. It would be good for the young Warrior to be getting some social connections for once. Toby returned his attention to his hunting companion.
"To be honest, I haven’t seen any of the other Hunters out and about today aside from Cody, and she just came back with her kill," Toby pointed out. "We may have some good luck going down by the meadow? There should still be some late season hares hanging around in that area. Maybe we'll get lucky and be able to bring back a couple. At least we won’t come back empty-handed this time."
Karter | Warrior | L-Pack | Tagging: Oriole, mentions Storm | Location: Camp
Karter rolled his eyes. It wasn’t like he could stop Toby. He had given up trying almost a year ago when he had realized his efforts would be fruitless. He figured it was only to be expected though. They had lost a lot in their younger years. Their home, their family, torn apart and destroyed. Karter had lost his faith and trust in anyone around him aside from his siblings, and while Toby seemed to have recovered, Karter wasn’t surprised he wanted to keep a close eye on him.
"Oh I don’t let him do anything, he just kinda ignores my attempts to push him away these days," Karter admitted with a sigh. It was sweet, but his brother was sometimes overbearing. At the mention of it potentially being their last day anyday, and the Fire Pack being brought into the matter, Karter tensed. "Well, if those brutes try anything, I’ll be more than happy to tear some fur." That was the truth.
Karter was an aggressive Warrior when it came to a fight or provocation, but there was only one wolf on that side that he would refuse to fight seriously, a wolf he had seen but rarely spoken with, and yet…he had seen her on patrol and had simply been taken by her beauty and elegance, even just the way she moved was so confident and graceful. He knew beauty was superficial, of course, but that didn’t mean that he hadn’t been caught off-guard, or that he didn’t want to see if he could get the chance to speak with her, even if it had broken the rules.
Shadow | Alpha | L-Pack | Tagging: Oriole | Location: Camp
Shadow had been watching as wolves woke and emerged, and after Smoke's call, she doubted anyone would be getting any more sleep this morning. She’d tried, she really had, for a year and a half, to curb that bad habit. She thought she had trained Smoke to be more respectful and better-behaved than that. Apparently she had been wrong though, and she could only hope it would be a rebellious teenager stage, and not something that Smoke intended to do every morning until the day she was an elder.
Shadow had caught Oriole's departure from her companion. It was good to see she had bothered to approach Karter in the first place, difficult as he was at the best of times. "Of course, Oriole. Is it something to be asked here and now, or should we speak in my den?" Shadow asked. Sometimes, wolves came to her with more private matters, and when such was the case, she hadn’t a problem offering them some privacy and space from wolves who would listen in.
Blizzard | Warrior | L-Pack | Tagging: Delilah, Louve | Location: Camp
"Don’t worry," Blizzard assured him. "I saw where he went, he woke up early and I guess he didn’t want to disturb you, I think he’s with Snarl and Denzell now, they’ve got him." Most wolves may not be able to see Louve's worry, but to him, who has all but raised her after the passing of their parents, it quickly became obvious, and who could blame her? She’d lost three of five pups, and she was only a few months past initial pup-bearing age, barely an adult herself, it was natural for her to worry about the remaining pups of her first litter.
"It’s alright, Delilah. Your brother just woke up and went to see your aunt and father, that’s all. Do you want some food too? I could probably snag a mouse." The pups were well weaned by now, but at the same time, they were so little they wouldn’t need to eat much yet. "Louve, anything in particular you might be hungry for?" A question he had become accustomed to asking when she had been pregnant if he reached her before Denzell did at mealtimes. He had simply opted not to stop. She may not have regular cravings anymore, but it wasn’t like asking would hurt.
Uciel | Healer Trainee | L-Pack | Tagging: Lucas | Location: Camp
The bitterness in Lucas' tone caught Uciel off-guard. Someone had woken up on the wrong side of the nest, but he wasn’t going to judge for it, especially when it had been such a rude awakening, courtesy of Smoke. "Shadow is a good trainer. She's trained a lot of young wolves, Smoke is just the odd one out. I think she’s going through a permanent rebellious teenager phase or something. Hopefully it passes one day. Preferably sooner rather than later. Leo sleeps next to you, right? He’s usually as much of an early riser as his mom, maybe you could ask him to gently wake you up before Smoke gets up and can startle everyone awake. Much less rude way to get up," he suggested.
Personally, Uciel had never been on the receiving end of Smoke's yelling, but it still left him, already fully awake and ready for the day, rattled. "Maybe if she screams at the Fire wolves enough, they’d run away with their tails between their legs." More a joke than anything, but who knew? Smoke certainly had the energy and chaos right for the front lines. She wasn’t a pup anymore. Shadow couldn’t protect her from battles forever.
Uciel followed Lucas, glad that the Warrior was willing to be the one to bring it up, because Uciel couldn’t imagine ever being capable of asking a Hunter who had just brought back a kill to take it from them, even if it was meant to be food for someone in the Pack eventually, for fear or rejection or for fear of coming off as rude, yet it didn’t come off that way when Lucas asked, so maybe that just a him thing.
Night | L-Pack | Warrior | Tagging: Chronos | Location: Camp
"Yeah? We’ll come on then, what're you waiting for?" Night dropped her weight, settling comfortably, her shoulders tense, lowering her weight. She was glad in combat for her size, making her almost as muscular and bulky as her brother, not like the more delicately built she-wolves of the Pack. Sure, sometimes it meant no wolf was vying after her as a potential mate, nobody found her attractive, but what did she care about that? All that the Warrior needed now was to be able to fight, to protect and serve her Pack.
Life had been hard on Night, but she had turned herself around to the best of her ability from a young age, never letting it get her down for too long, just once a year, when she spent the day alone usually, on the top of the cliff, staring up at the sky and remembering the she-wolf who had died to give birth to her. She owed her that much, even if she had never had the chance to truly know her. Every other day was like this. Train. Fight. Serve however she could and keep her skills as sharp as possible at any given moment.
Smoke | Warrior | L-Pack | Tagging: Nyx | Location: Camp
Smoke blinked. Always seemed so happy? Nobody had ever made a comment like that before, most of the time she was met with instant dismissal, especially from the wolves older than her, even if she tried her best to in every way present a cheerful attitude that went hand in hand with her chaos and energy. But the truth was, she had never thought much about how it happened, it just…did. It was natural.
"I've never given it much thought, I’ve always been this way. I guess just…remember that life is short. Anything could happen at any given time, so it’s best not to waste that life on past upset, or let yourself be offended by the attitudes of other wolves. They choose how they react, and it’s not the fault of anyone else," Smoke declared. At least, that was the philosophy she had always taught herself.
