((Aww, you're sweet Jaguar, but I think your story post outdoes that by bounds. Really though, all of you guys are amazing writers. I feel privileged just to be able to RP with you. I would love to see you dance someday, Jaguar! I know that isn't possible, but still, it just sounds amazing. Oh, and Enjoy your concert Resin!))
Ahote
Male | 46 | Fighter
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Ahote watched curiously as Resin took the time to drag one of the carcasses all the back towards the entrance of the cave. He was sure she had her reasons, but it was odd that she would have asked them be moved only to bring them back. He decided that she simply must have wanted the pup closer to the den where they could keep a closer eye on her. However, as far as he was concerned, the kills should still be moved and he made a mental note to move it back where it had been before sleep found him. After all, they didn't want unwelcome visitors poking their noses into the cave. It seems as Resin too wishes to hear Attican's story, and as she heads back into the den Ahote looked up at her. His strange thoughts from earlier left him with an odd feeling, and he was a bit relieved that she should return so soon.
After a little while, Hrafn eventually responded to Ahote's question. He could sense the reluctance in the other male's voice, and sighed inwardly. Ahote hadn't been trying to pry, he simply wanted to converse, and he hopes that the question didn't put him off too much.
"Eleven years? That is a long time... I don't think I wandered for that long after I left my pack, I hate being alone," he replied, not pushing Hrafn any further. Behind them, Attican was starting his story and the Fighter stilled his voice to listen, looking down at the snow and slivers of bone between his front paws while the Keeper spoke.
Into this lapse in conversation, Xani began to stir, and Ahote looked over to her. Though outwardly calm, she seemed a bit flustered about something, and though he looked at her with a bit of concern when she said she was going to patrol. However, he knew better than to question her, and simply nodded. Though Xani was now a well respected member of the pack, she still valued her solitude and he thought it best to let her go. Inside, Attican's story was just getting good, and Ahote shifted his position to better hear, smiling a bit to himself as he spoke of his youth. For so many of them, that time seemed so long ago, and for those it was not, their innocence had been ripped from them so much sooner. However, rather than fill him with regret, it gave Ahote hope. Perhaps, should they stay true to Resin's vision and actually find the red forest, then all of ScarPaw's pups could grow up in peace and safety.
As Attican's story drew to a close, Xani's song rang out somewhere far above them. She had a beautiful voice, perhaps one of the best singers in the pack, and he smiled, looking to Hrafn.
"Xani sings well, don't you think? She always puts so much heart into it," he said, still trying to converse wether the black brute wether he was still interested or not.
Lani
Female | 57 | Hunter
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Lani sat in rapt audience to Attican's story, quite literally hanging on his every word. She hadn't missed his glance earlier, and though he may have shared several similar ones with just about everyone in the pack, she knew that he had meant that one specifically for her. Though she had not been born at the time his story took place, it was only a few years later for her, and she clearly remembered many of the wolves from his story. That only made it better for her, as she could still picture Kantuk's fuzzy face and how the two of them had been inseparable. In a way, she had looked up to the lanky teenagers when she was a pup, the near-adults having all the freedom and fun that she had longed for.
The charming tale brought back a flood of warm memories from her youth, and that left Lani feeling even more contented than she had been before with just her full stomach. Today had been a good day for the white Hunter, and Attican's story had been the perfect ending to it. As he drew to a close, she barked out her appreciation, tail thumping happily behind her.
"Bravo Attican!" she crowed, sounding quite proud of him as though his accomplishments had somehow been partly her doing. Rather like a proud mother.
As the others too shared their appreciation and began to go back to their business, Lani got up as well. For a few moments she walked about, circling until she saw her opportunity. Seeing the space around the Keeper calm, Lani crept up on Attican from behind, her silent hunters paws allowing her to sidle up to him before he could get up. A broad smile still plastered on her face, she plopped down next to him.
"Lovely story, Attican. How I miss those days..." she said, nudging him gently with her nose. Her smile turned sly then, and she tilted her head to the left a bit,
"So Keeper, are you ready to finish that bath?"Wolf
Male | 20 | Straggler
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Following the fleeing herd of reindeer brought Wolf a bit further south, to where the ground grew even more steep beneath his paws. Before long, they had turned back towards their former grazing ground, and much to his disappointment, none of them had taken a mortal wound and he was left without any decent form of supper beyond the blood slushies that he lapped up along the way. However, the mountain that grew before him had perked his curiosity and he had continued to climb just for the pure enjoyment of it.
The lanky wolf now stood straddled on the edge of a cliff, looking out over the valley below. The vast herd had dwindled into nothing more than a group of tiny specks agains the white blanket of snow. The trees beyond them were a gentle carpet of green, swaying from the North wind that pressed down on them, moving in unison like one massive creature stirring from a restless sleep. Even further North lie a blank horizon, the whiteness of the tundra blending into a grey sky, tinged with the blue-grey hues of impending night and the soft rose of a hidden sunset.
The sight made Wolf feel very small. After all, he was only one tiny creature in this vast expanse of a world, and as far as he knew, completely alone. None of the others who moved or bleed shared his words, or if they did they scorned his attempts at conversation. He couldn't help but wonder on his place in all of this, why he should exist at all. Yet, he was not lonely. He only barely understood the meaning of the word, for as far back as his memory went he had been on his own.
While he stood there, listening to the wind, it seemed to bring with it a song. A beautiful sound, that rose and fell as though wrought purely from the heart. The melodious tones hovered just barely on the edge of his hearing, and no matter how he strained his mahogany-tipped ears, he could not quite make out what it was. Even so, it stirred within him something akin to yearning, as though it called him to answer, but he had no idea how. For all the words in his head, and the things that he simply knew as part of his being, he simply had no idea what to do, or what this feeling meant. However, he was certain to that it did mean something. He sensed it deep in his bones, as though there were a connection just waiting for him out of reach.
Wolf stood there for a long time, swaying over the precipice with his eyes closed as he pointed his muzzle into the wind, desperately trying to grasp onto the sound, the feeling, or whatever it was that the wind brought him. However, like all things in life, this too seemed to fade after awhile and he let out a disappointed sigh.
"Thank you wind... For whatever that was," he said, speaking only for the sake of hearing his own voice.
It was getting late, and Wolf still had yet to eat, so he hopped back down the mountainside. Instinctively, his feet lead him slowly back towards his little makeshift snow-shelter. Along the way he nibbled the punk off of the trees he passed, and clawed up the few squirrel catches his sensitive nose lead him to. Meager scraps for a great wolf, but he had survived on such well enough and at the very least would not go to bed hungry.
((I hope this wan't too bad... I'm just one big bundle of typo today. Like my fingers don't want to work.))