Aine focused on the Horizon, breathing heavily as she took in the amazing sight. That was one reason why she came to this pack... She's never seen a more beautiful blue.
Humming an old family song, she padded to her den on the mountainside. It was a small crevice that opened up to a decent-sized cave. There was her bed made of pelts and moss in the back, and there was an area on the side where she often buried her lunch for that day. She thought aloud, whispering to herself.
"I wonder if there is a cave around here with the singing rocks..."
She loved making music, and singing rocks, hollow stalactites and stalagmites, made beautiful sounds if you tapped them in the right spot, and if you played your cards right, you could actually make a tune.
Gavriil was roaming this pack's territory when he came across a new scent. It was she wolf that had recently joined the pack. Running to catch up with her he sighted her near a cave. Walking closer he heard her speak to herself. Something about singing rocks consumed the she wolf's thoughts. After sending out a short greeting bark the male spoke."Hello, can I help you find these singing rocks. I am Gavriil by the way." The cinnamon male spoke as he trotted closer to the female's position.
Aine flicked up her ears at the voice. She turned to find a cinnamon wolf coming towards her.
Tha's no' Kennedy she thought, remembering Thistle's conversation with her. So one of the Northmen?
At the mention of Singing Rocks, her stormy eyes turned bright with hope.
"Ye can? Mind lettin' me go with ye, then?"
The Irishwoman shook herself up and padded over to the male. "I'm Aine, by the way, nice te meetcha."
Gavriil figured the she wolf was the new recruit that Thistle spoke to him briefly about. His suspicions were confirmed when the female gave the cinnamon male her name.
"The pleasure is all mine Aine. Where are these singing rocks you are intent on finding?" Gavriil inquired in a friendly tone.
Aine thought for a moment. "Singing rocks are found in caves. They're hollow stalagmites and stalactites tha' when ye 'it them jus' right, they make a beautiful sound."
She looked at him. "Ye knoo' wha' stalactites and stalagmites are, aye?"
Gavriil titled his head to the side when the she wolf mentioned stalagmites and stalacites. He had never heard of such things. In all reality he was almost beginning to question his fellow packmate's sanity, "I haven't heard of these, sta-lag-ima-tights?" Gavriil spoke having obvious pronunciation issues with the large word he had never heard before.
Aine chuckled. Her tone was deep and throaty.
"Stal-ag-mites an' stal-act-tights., Mi'friend, are formations in a cave. Stalactites are like icicles made of rock, and Stalagmites are also like icicles of rock, but are on the floor pointed upwards. Ye get wha' I'm sayin'?"
He looked at him. She didn't want to go through the whole idea of how they were made, but she didn't want to look like a lunatic in front of him, either.
Gavriil chuckled at himself. He hadn't been near very many caves and their formations. He grew up in a forest that lacked any caves. He was extremely ignorant on the whole topic of signing rocks.
"Maybe it's best if you show me, I learn better by hands-on activities." The cinnamon male offered.
"Well, then. Any caves 'round here tha' shoo's signs tha' there used to be water?"
She asked in her even tone, but she couldn't help but be slightly annoyed inwardly. She thought that he had meant that he already knew where singing rocks were...
Gavriil hadn't been searching for caves in his recent expeditions. He tiled his head andeventually after thoroughly searching his mind shook it sideways. With a frown he replied.
"I'm afraid not. We could look for one if you would like" The cinnamon male offered to the she wolf.
The Silver female chuckled. She smiled at him and nodded.
I would love te, Les' go an' fin' a cave, aye?
She began to scan the mountainside for any crevice or cavern.
The silver wolf took up his offer and they both began to search for a cave on the mountianside. "Have you ever found a cave near here before?" The male inquired as they walked searching for a cave.
Aine chuckled. "Ye live on the side o' a mountain, next te the sea. If there ain't gonna' be any caves, stick some grass in my teeth and call me 'bison'."
The cinnamon pelt wolf chuckled at the silver female's remark. "If we don't find any caves I know where lots of grass is. I'll hold you to your word honey." Gavriil inserted jokingly.
At this, the silver wolf laughed aloud. "Oh, Gaverill, I have a feeling we're gonna' like each other jus' fine."
She looked around, then pointed her nose towards the sea, at the base of the mountain. "Why don't we try there, eh?"
The teddy bear smirked. It was nice to have friends inside his pack. A major reason why he left his birth pack was because he felt lonely. In the ridge there was yet one moment where he felt truly lonely. If he needed levelheaded advice he would turn to Pump. If he wanted a rash decision but one that would eventually get him what he wanted he would turn to Ragnar. Thistle provided him with comfort and warmth whenever he needed a good friend to talk to. This new she wolf would provide him with Adventure, something he had been longing for, for awhile.
"That looks like a perfect place to look for a cave. Lets go" Gavriil spoke as he trotted over to the spot the female had pointed out moments earlier.