((A Masters, huh? Masters = 4 years of school in 2 x twice as expensive as the 4 that lead up to it / internship + 18 hours of credits and thesis with no sleep. Now I REALLY don't envy you.))
Ahote
Male | 46 | Fighter
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Male | 46 | Fighter
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Skidding down the hill, Ahote didn't hear a reply to his call, nor did he really expect one. However, one thing that was starting to worry him was that he hadn't seen Attican since he had left the riverside. At first, he had simply assumed that the Keeper was doing the same work he was and keeping himself well hidden while he tracked back and forth across the forest. At the exercise and fresh air started to mellow out his anger some though, he began to wonder if he was right, and just how he was going to find any of them without being able to call out. If only they hadn't all been so rash in their decisions to run off and do this and that, maybe they could have set a meeting point to join up and follow the pack. Or something anyway. Really, any plan would have been better than the random chaos that they now engaged in.
Suddenly, Ahote's thoughts were cut short when the sound of a dry twig reached his ears. Ducking quickly into the end of a burnt out log, he backed into the darkness, feeling his burned side scrape painfully agains the inside wall. Biting his tongue to keep from crying out, he watched as a pair of the two leggers walked slowly past. It seemed as though the mass of tracks had confused them enough that they had all split up in order to search a wider area, but they still didn't seem to be having a good time finding anything. These wore the skins of reindeer, their scraggly hides nearly touching the ground behind them. The long sticks they carried seemed rather limp in their hands, as though they weren't particularly interested in the hunt at this point, and they idly poked at the burnt shrubs as they passed. Strangely, the didn't seem to sense Ahote's presence at all, and actually stopped just outside his hole. He could understand nothing of their gurgling calls, but one this was for sure, this pair at least wasn't taking their task seriously. Were they pups? Or just insubordinate? Either way, Ahote was grateful for their laxness, and before long they once again wandered off.
Heart racing, Ahote crept out behind the two creatures and watched until they were out of sight, before darting back towards the river. If anything, his trail would then lead the hunters right back to where they had started. This turned out to be much more difficult than he anticipated, as the two legged monsters seemed to be everywhere. More than once, Ahote had to duck under a shrub or press his way deep into the scorched remains of a tree. Strangely enough though, none of them seemed to even know he was there unless they heard him make a move. Even then, it seemed impossible for them to actually locate him so long as he stayed out of sight. Had they no sense of smell at all? Or was it just that his burnt hide smelled so much like everything else around them that they couldn't pick it out? Whatever, it was lucky for him and he grew bolder in his his movements. His senses seemed much keener than their's, and he was able to hear them coming long before they could spot him.
After what seemed to be a painfully long time, Ahote reached the bend in the river where the pack had crossed. Not sure what else he could do to help, he decided that perhaps the best course now was to follow the pack and hope that he would stumble onto Resin and Attican along the way. Panting heavily, he set off in the direction the pack had gone, soon coming across their scattered footprints and the swatch they had cut through the trees. The sight made his heart leap up into his chest. For everything they had done, if even one of the humans were to stumble upon this trail, they would find the rest of the pack in no time.
Now limping heavily on his three good legs, Ahote pushed himself to move faster. Hopefully, anything that followed at this point would come across him first and he could slow them down long enough to keep them from following the pack. Keeping his nose to the ground while he followed the mass of footprints, Ahote was startled when they all came to a sudden stop. In front of him, for as far as he could see, there was nothing. Not a single print nor any hint of a scent. What on earth had happened here? Had they all just been lifted up into the sky by the ancestors? Spooked by the strange scene, Ahote slowly backed away.
After a moment of looking at the blank woods in front of him, Ahote shook himself and turned around. Whatever had happened, there must be a logical explanation. Maybe someone had figured out a way to cover their tracks? At any rate, it was plain that he wasn't going to be able to follow their trail and hide his tracks in theirs. All he could do now was fall back and meet up with the others, and hope that the pack had continued southward las planned and maybe they could meet up again later.
Doubling back once again, all this sneaking around and hiding was starting to wear on Ahote. He was twitchy and jumped at the slightest movement, more than once dashing into cover for no reason at all. Great Wolves were meant to be the hunter, not the hunted, and he was quickly growing tired of it. Eventually though, he once again reached the hill he had stood on when he had heard Resin's call. The two legs were gone from below, but there was now no telling where Resin could have gone either. There was nothing left beyond the dim hope of randomly running into them at some point.
Sliding down the hill once more, he picked up where he had left off, tracing confusing tracks in the snow while slowly turning his course southward. His pace was faltering though, and he was reduced to moving at not much faster than a pained walk, nothing more than fear and desperation driving him onward through the pain. No matter how much it hurt though, he was still mostly intact and was able to remind himself never to go too far in one direction without turning back once more. In some small way, he was now grateful to the sun for having eaten the trees, as it gave him a clear view of the sky with which to orientate himself. Without it, he would have been hopelessly lost.
Ahote was doing just that, looking up at the sky when suddenly the sound of feet at a run could be heard behind him. Panicking, he bolted away, pressing himself into a hard black mass, that had once been a sprawling juniper bush. Almost instantly it showered him in ash, threatening to make him sneeze. Holding his breath as the the sound closed in on him, it seemed as though this moved much faster than any of the other creates he had encountered, and he dared not move a muscle until it had passed. The footfalls came to a stop beside him, and Ahote cursed in his mind, hoping that they hadn't noticed his trail leading up to the bush. Strangely though, none of their chuckling sounds could be heard, and as the movement stopped, the world outside seemed to grow eerily quiet.
Ever so slowly, Ahote lowered himself to the ground, pressing his chin to the ground so that he could look out. There, not more than a few feet from him was a dirty, black paw. Instantly, hope surged through him and he let out the breath he had been holding. "R-Resin?" he said in a quiet voice, not moving an inch until he got confirmation that he wasn't hallucinating. At which point, he drew his tired body out of the bush, looking up at her with harrowed golden eyes.
Soon enough though, the relief of finding her again washed over him, and he couldn't help but wag his tail.Seeing the anger in her eyes though, it soon stilled and he offered no greeting. In a flash, all of the mixed feelings that had been smoldering in the pit of his stomach flared up again. Her indignation had brought back his own anger, and he drew himself up to look at her. He would let her have her say, and then she was going to hear his wether she liked it or not.
((I'll post for the other two later. I just wanted to get this up for now.))