Jagoda had spent some time south of Starvanger Bay, and the memory of his somewhat unpleasant encounter with the white female was never far from his mind. But there were far more important things to think about, and as instructed by his brother, the masked male traveled still more. He went north, his nose keen on the scent of other Cairn siblings. If he could find someone before Syzmon or even Skellige did, his red-eyed brother would certainly be impressed. He felt a bit stronger after having eaten a duck or two, and he had caught some fish from the river as well. His belly unusally full, Jagoda felt strong enough to continue on.
The land had changed, the earth underfoot turning to grass and stone. A horrible smell reached his nostrils, like the smell of death. Jagoda was happier than ever not to be starving, because his footsteps drew him closer to the smell, and if he had been hungry, he was not above picking through a rotting carcass for edible morsels. But what he found was not something dead, but rather an area of steam and heat. Before him were several pools of hot, clear water, and despite the strong, sulfiric odor, it was beautiful here. It was a cooler summer day, a welcome break from the heat of days before. Jagoda stopped beside one of the pools and lowered his head, his nose hovering above the water, yellow-green eyes peering curiously within.
While it was becoming rare to see Scamp away from Damien, it was even more amazing that he had taken leave from the dark and winding forest of Blackfeather. Yet he had, traveling forwards in a direction he'd never gone before. He'd come from the West, and now he headed North.
It was later in the day that a putrid smell snuck up his nose. Shaking his head and snorting a few times as if to push it out, Scamp didn't bother to slow. There was another scent on the wind, that of another male, and though the fire-eared male was unable to communicate verbally as of yet he was curious.
A dark man came into view, and Scamp trotted forward with his rusty tail wagging and a goofy smile on his copper face. He loosed a friendly chuff, but no other noises come from him.
There was nothing very fascinating in the water, which was unbelievably clear. The only thing he saw at the bottom of the hot pool were rock and sediments, hardly anything to be excited about. It didn't surprise him. He had only ever caught fish in cool water, and he figured it unlikely that any water creature could survive in the warm springs.
There was a soft and unexpected noise and Jagoda started, his hackles rising as he swung his head over to face the stranger who had woofed at him. A low growl rumbled in his broad chest, and he stood up with his tail lifted. Wordlessly he trotted a few steps towards the other, a dark phase wolf with peculiar rust-colored markings.
"Who are you?" He asked softly.
Scamp halted his steps, but the goofy grin only widened, his tail wagging harder. He paid no heed to the call for dominance, fixing his friendly aqua gaze on the man approaching. The colorless male called to him, not surprisingly, in the words Damien used: ones this Blackfeather, unfortunatley, did not understand. The fire-tailed Tyro also didn't know it was customary to give a name upon greeting, and so silence enveloped them as Jagoda approached.
sorry jagoda is being a butthole
Silence came after he had spoken. The other male did not react to his show of dominance, but rather stood there with a kindly, stupid grin on his face. Jagoda's ears lowered, then rose again. He woofed quietly, wondering what was wrong with the fool. He had never come across someone who could not speak before, but it didn't seem likely that he was simply being ignored. He tilted his head to one side, raising a paw to reach out to the wordless rust-marked male, swiping at the other's shoulder once, then twice. He wanted to see if he could provoke some reaction, some noises or words, anything.
"What is wrong with you?" he asked, his tone holding genuine curiosity, perhaps a hint of scorn.
The male was clearly confused, and made more noises as well as took a few swipes at his shoulder. It didn't seem like it was aimed in aggression, though the man might have been a little irritated. Scamp let loose a quiet bark and nipped at the paw near him, lips curling over his teeth carefully as to not hurt the stranger. It was a message to stop, but not one of aggression. If anything, he was playful about it. The dark man fell into a play bow with another happy yip, butt waving in the air in an invitation to play.
Haha it's okay Scamp isn't a dick so it works xD
It seemed the other was not entirely mute, judging from the quick bark that issued from his reddish snout. Still, Jagoda found his counterpart to be somewhat of an anomaly. He spoke no words in response to the paw-prodding he offered, though when his jaws snapped towards Jagoda's digits, he reacted with a snarl, lips pulling back over sharp fangs. It was an immediate reaction and not an outward display of violence. He had no desire to pick a fight today, despite the irritation that welled in his gut. The nameless wolf wanted to play, as displayed by the way he sunk down upon his forepaws and raised his hindquarters skyward, tail waving above his rump. Jagoda was not much for play, particularly not with a stranger, and he wore an incredulous expression, one ear tilted sideways and the other erect. It would take much more to convince the masked wolf to play.
"Are you fucking stupid?" he asked with a short, abrupt laugh. By now, he did not expect a response. The smell of other wolves was thick upon his pelt, leaving Jagoda in a consistant state of disbelief. How could anyone accept a retarded wolf into their ranks?
The dark man snarled in Scamps face, and the boy seemed almost offended as he rose from the ignored bow. He snorted, poking his paw towards Jagoda with another playful yip, just barely touching his shoulder before turning and bounding a few feet the other way. Spinning around and again bowing with his fire colored tail waving happily in the air, Scamp loosed a flurry of yips and barks that practically begged for play, for a tussle, something. The words fell uselessly, and the Blackfeather could give a shit less what they ment. If he didn't want to play, or do something other than be cranky, why was he here? Eventually, after a lapse of silence, Scamp stands up and huffs irritably before turning and trotting off to find out what other stuff was in the area.