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M I S C H I E F
( ♀ ) - ( Dingo ) - ( Doggiepet ) - ( No Pack ) - ( 7 moons old ) - ( Mentor: None ) - ( Bisexual ) - ( Crush: Lupinpaw ) - ( Tags: Fawnfoot, Firelight )
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Mischief's dark head emerged from the peak of the tree with a soft rustling of leaves. Glancing in every direction, she realized that the surrounding trees rose too high to see over. Grinning at the prospect of a challenge, she leaped into the branches of the next closest tree. One supporting her forepaws wobbled beneath her weight, but the possible danger was as transparent to the pup as the water whose scent she was tracking; she'd done this so many times that the mere notion of falling seemed bizarre. When, even with a craning neck, she couldn't see, she leaped to the next set of branches. Upon landing, her vision was obscured by a curtain of thick, scratchy leaves. She had to shove her way through them and stroll across its thin, shaky surface. Standing on its edge, she saw it. The river, just as impressively wide as she remembered, rushing through the territory with a vengeance. From this point, she could even see where the marshland began. She'd been a little off with her aim of their travel, but they were still going in the right general direction. A one-day-long hike (at Mischief-pace) was nothing to whine about, even if they were hugging the ShadowPack camp a little more closely than Firelight would like. If anything, it was exciting!
Her heart soaring with reinvigorated eagerness, she turned to return to Firelight...and then she paused. She'd heard something, far below her. Ears perking, she sniffed intently. She couldn't catch a scent, but she was certain something larger than a harmless squirrel or mouse was walking a short distance away and had disturbed some foliage underfoot. Judging by their position, downwind of Firelight, and that they seemed to be moving past Mischief, she knew that it was more than likely Firelight was being tracked. Oh: Firelight is alone! Despite that Mischief was certain they wouldn't be in any serious danger if they kept their wits about them, it was probably better to stay together anyways. Quickly, she retraced her movements along the line of trees, noisily shaking branches with each landing and scattering leaves beneath her, falling slowly to the forest floor in a messy, telling pathway. She swiftly arrived back to the trunk nearest to Firelight, and just in time to hear a commanding whisper being directed at her from below. Being ordered around by an older dog ignited a fire in the younger one. Almost immediately, she started to descend with determined, rebellious paws - then, she recalled how advantageous being in a tree had been on ShadowPack land during previous visits. Begrudgingly, she slipped back into the cover of leaves, but not before she tapped the bark to get Firelight's attention and indicated with her head the direction the dog was coming from. Concealed by greenery, Mischief pulled the leg with the collar tied around it close to her body, to keep it as quiet as possible.
M I S C H I E F
( ♀ ) - ( Dingo ) - ( Doggiepet ) - ( No Pack ) - ( 7 moons old ) - ( Mentor: None ) - ( Bisexual ) - ( Crush: Lupinpaw ) - ( Tags: Fawnfoot, Firelight )
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Mischief's dark head emerged from the peak of the tree with a soft rustling of leaves. Glancing in every direction, she realized that the surrounding trees rose too high to see over. Grinning at the prospect of a challenge, she leaped into the branches of the next closest tree. One supporting her forepaws wobbled beneath her weight, but the possible danger was as transparent to the pup as the water whose scent she was tracking; she'd done this so many times that the mere notion of falling seemed bizarre. When, even with a craning neck, she couldn't see, she leaped to the next set of branches. Upon landing, her vision was obscured by a curtain of thick, scratchy leaves. She had to shove her way through them and stroll across its thin, shaky surface. Standing on its edge, she saw it. The river, just as impressively wide as she remembered, rushing through the territory with a vengeance. From this point, she could even see where the marshland began. She'd been a little off with her aim of their travel, but they were still going in the right general direction. A one-day-long hike (at Mischief-pace) was nothing to whine about, even if they were hugging the ShadowPack camp a little more closely than Firelight would like. If anything, it was exciting!
Her heart soaring with reinvigorated eagerness, she turned to return to Firelight...and then she paused. She'd heard something, far below her. Ears perking, she sniffed intently. She couldn't catch a scent, but she was certain something larger than a harmless squirrel or mouse was walking a short distance away and had disturbed some foliage underfoot. Judging by their position, downwind of Firelight, and that they seemed to be moving past Mischief, she knew that it was more than likely Firelight was being tracked. Oh: Firelight is alone! Despite that Mischief was certain they wouldn't be in any serious danger if they kept their wits about them, it was probably better to stay together anyways. Quickly, she retraced her movements along the line of trees, noisily shaking branches with each landing and scattering leaves beneath her, falling slowly to the forest floor in a messy, telling pathway. She swiftly arrived back to the trunk nearest to Firelight, and just in time to hear a commanding whisper being directed at her from below. Being ordered around by an older dog ignited a fire in the younger one. Almost immediately, she started to descend with determined, rebellious paws - then, she recalled how advantageous being in a tree had been on ShadowPack land during previous visits. Begrudgingly, she slipped back into the cover of leaves, but not before she tapped the bark to get Firelight's attention and indicated with her head the direction the dog was coming from. Concealed by greenery, Mischief pulled the leg with the collar tied around it close to her body, to keep it as quiet as possible.
