Dragoncrest Cliffs island warfish
All Welcome  June 18, 2017, 12:48 PM
Arlo
Drageda
Gona
Hunter trade thread? @Eske @Wildfire @Blixen (Or Tirgatao) @Sirio @Dalia @Artaax

The lake has become a source of plenty now that the storm is over. The extra water made room for more fish, it seems, and as the level eventually settles, he can see the closer they get to the bank. Two fish already sit to one side, none he’s particularly seen before, the now the water has more of a salty taste than it had before. The storm washed so much ocean water inside, making it a little different than before, and he wonders if it has something to do with why he’s able to catch so many at once.
 
The water is still relaxing, most of him soaked from the thrashing each time he tries, but a hungry stomach and empty caches keep him motivated to continue his work before satisfying his own needs.
June 19, 2017, 05:31 PM
Artaax
Drageda
Goufa
Awkward first post woo!

Sitting still was a difficult thing. The small-ish wolf wasn't often too into doing it, unless it was one of those few scenarios where it actually had its merits (i.e. naptime, bedtime, I-stubbed-my-toe-so-the-world-is-ending time, or any other scenario in which snuggles were required accompaniment). Artaax was otherwise far more inclined to be up and moving and doing, as he was currently partking in.

The boy trekked happily across the lands that belonged to his family, his gently wagging tail steering him along like a rudder as he wove between trees. He paused here and there to further inspect piles of completely mundane forest rubbish with a level of excited interest only known by those newest to the world, and a few lucky (or mentally addled) adults who managed to retain their sense of wonder in spite of how hard the world tried to jade them. It was a thrilling event for the young Goufa, and each new stick and fallen leaf made his little brows furrow with intrigue.

In all of his eagerness to explore, it didn't occur to Artaax just how far away from his siblings he had gone, nor did he realize he had found himself on a trail that took him straight to a less familiar packmate. He lifted his head to look around at his surroundings only upon realizing at the penultimate second that the crisp scent of water that permeated the air had shifted subtly away from the tangy sting of salt to a scent that was partially diluted by the smooth, fresh brush of lakewater. Clear eyes moved from water to wolf and the surprise of finding himself in these new surroundings melted to happy contentment as he strode confidently up to his packmate. Artaax remained gifted with the trusting innocence of youth that told him all individuals of his species were friends. So, he bounded right up to Arlo, tail wagging and eyes shining with amiable regard as he woofed a hello.

 
June 21, 2017, 02:35 PM
Arlo
Drageda
Gona
The way the water bounces gives Artaax away long before he hears or smells him. He doesn’t break his focus, however, until it is too obvious and the boy is excitedly jumping forward and offering his greeting. He is thankful that he is not hunting something on land for the noise would not bring back a small deer or rodent any time soon. Fish, on the other hand, have a limited space and he could, easily go elsewhere. “Heeeey ‘Taax,” he says, shushing the boy at first and turning back to see if his progress is lost. For now, it is, but he still has two to show for it.
 
“Hungry?” he asks, lowering his nose and nudging the smaller of the two forward, “we can catch some more after.”
5 hours ago
Artaax
Drageda
Goufa
Artaax shrank slightly as the older wolf quieted him. His ears slipped back, but his head tilted as though the weight of his curiosity dangled like a heavy earring from his left ear. He glanced at the fish with interest, but knew better than to just take it for himself. He prowled quietly forward to stand at his packmate's side, his eyes shifting from the fish to follow the line of Arlo's gaze to the water.

Artaax's eyes brightened as a meal was nudged his way. He grinned, murmured a soft thank you and dove in. He plunked himself down onto his belly and tore into the scales. He looked back up at Arlo after a few mouthfuls, his head canting again before he flushed from excitement. Fishing was not something he'd ever done before, but he had observed it ifrom afar before. The idea of getting to partake in the hunt was thrilling.

"I can help?" he asked, forgetting the meal that rested between his paws momentarily in his excitement, "Really?"