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@Yakone

Now that Nunataq was nearing her fifth month in this world, she was often found on the fringes of Bearclaw valley's territory. Often she would mimic the job other guardians did - pretending to be alert and very important, leaving pee marks (though her control of the bladder was not that strong yet and more often than not she left a whole puddle of urine rather than sparing some drops and saving the rest for later) and practicing her growling and barking at invisible intruders. Now and then she would attack a branch or tree, which were her imagined enemies, and mauled them to bits and pieces. At those moments she would step back, take a look at the wreckage and feel happy for a job well-done.

She had also began to learn to hunt and, therefore no wonder that today she was found further away from her home, in the Wapun meadow. She did not consider it to be a foreign place, because the home was still in close vicinity and also her dad had taken her here, which, according to her mind, was simply an extension to her home. A front porch and yard to her already spacious house. Here she plowed through the grass, keeping her tail up as a sort of a flag, took in and followed various smells and all in all felt happy, excited, engaged and highly motivated.


Being a little vauge. She should be part of Easthollow now, but the thread has not finished yet.

She didn't know quite what drew her from the borders of Easthollow and towards the meadow in which she'd last seen her father. There was a quiet, budding rage in the hole he'd torn in her heart. She had wanted to believe that he hadn't hurt mama like she had said he had, and that when they all met again that things would be fixed, somehow. But when she'd seem him, she didn't remember him. She knew not his face or his voice, and the idealized father that she'd built in her head shattered as soon as the words had spilled from Xan's mouth. She wondered why she had to look like him, when the other girl that had growled at her got to look like mama.

But she had no intention to act on these feelings. What recourse could a five month old pup get? Truthfully, she didn't know what she wanted, maybe, just to be loved by her family in Easthollow and Bearclaw as fiercely as she was loved by her family in Undersea.

So she ghosted towards the territory, daring only to touch the outskirts of the meadow... that is, of course, until she saw her sister walking around like she owned the place. It reminded her of mama, and now she was a little lonely, but she needed to compose herself so she swallowed thickly and wroofed to announce her presence.

A sound and the unmistakeable sense of someone being near and watching her, made Nuna stop digging the molehill (sand being soft and easy to work one), lift her head and look for the danger. A white wolf-cub around the same age caught her attention and, before proceeding to further investigate, the girl stood and scrutinized the vaguely familiar form. She had a feeling that they had met before, but so much had happened inbetween that it was hard to remember the circumstances. Anyway - did it really matter? It was not like she would go and spark a conversation.

Few moments later it hit her that she should be defending the figurative "front porch" from the intruder. Nuna raked her brain for all of the appropriate movements and signals she had observed adults using, then got up and approached the stranger in a steady trot. Confidence emanated from her, when she came to a halt a little distance away from the other, and looked at her as a land-owner regards vagabond met on his private land.


She had never gotten to see her mother treat Wapun Meadow with the same posessive grace that Nunataq carried.  Maybe if she had she would feel differently about being apprehended in no-man's-land.  Her stomach rolled, but her hackles raised.  Yakone did not carry the same confidence that Nunataq did, but she was her mother's daughter.  She did not waver as the other girl approached her on stiff legs, as if she were defending the Valley itself.

Her tail curled gently as her sister approached, and she raised herself to her full height.  Unlike her siblings she knew of their relation and she would like to keep their relationship intact.  The guard hairs flattened, and her tail began a slow, steady wag.  Hi, she began, I'm Yakone.  I'm Xan's daughter, like you.

Yakone was taller than Nunataq and of an entirely different build too. And it seemed that just the same way the Reigi's-look-alike did not lack confidence, so did Xan's younger double either. She had met her match and, while Nuna was the lead puppy (or so she thought) among the group at Bearclaw valley, here it was begining to be somewhat difficult to keep the pose.

Therefore she was relieved and was happy to agree, when Yakone offered a friendlier approach. Nunataq let her guard down as well and with her tail wagging, she looked the white pelted teenager up and down curiously. The words that were told slid past Nuna's ears, for to her they were of no use. She could not comprehend the language at all.


She was taken aback by her sister's lack for words. Not only did she look like mama, she was just as wordless as Mama was. It made her comfortable. Yakone did not like using words unless she truly had to, or unless it was to someone important like Valette. She slowly moved closer to her sister while her tail continued to wag in an attempt to show Nunataq that she was no threat. She slunk her front down to the ground and let out a small, playful woof.

Nuna would have wanted to do a more thorough examination of the white juvenile wolf, but that option was cut off - first - because she was a bit wary of the size difference, and - second - she was invited to do something else. And here the fearless cub was a little puzzled - while she had a healthy respect for wolves that were larger, she somehow did not like that the stranger had been the first to take initiative. Not that it mattered in a big picture of things, but... still...

Therefore she ignored the invite for a game, pretended to be disinterested, while scanning the ground for something and found it in a form of a hefty stick. She pounced, picked it up, showed off to the stranger a bit and then let it fall in the distance between them. Her eyes told that "you may have it, if you want it", while her whole body was ready for action, once it happened.

Her sister wasn't interested in the game that Yakone offered. Instead she scoped the ground for something, ignoring the request entirely. Well, that was rude. Where had she learned to do that?

But when she emerged again, it was with a stick. She knew the set of Nunataq's body and the impish glimmer in her eye; mama carried herself much the same. Enjoying this newfound comfort, she leapt towards the stick as her sister wanted her to do.

Nunataq's understanding of manners was rather simple - she was respectful and submissive to adults and followed the basic rules of meet-and-greets (though with considerable restraint, when it came to strangers inspecting her), and knew that the game had gone too far, if the other party began to scream. Otherwise she had no inhibitions about being bluntly honest to all on what she thought and what she preferred to do.

Yet she could be secretive and cunning also, if she wanted to. Like now - the same instant Yakone made a leap for the stick, Nunataq did the same, snatched the stick away and took off couple of strides, to look over her shoulder and see, if the newfound playmate was following.


At first she was stunned. Other than her mama, she'd never seen any wolf actively try to keep the stick away from her! She was almost offended for a second... but really, Nunataq seemed to be the most like their mother out of any of them. Maybe that's where she got it from. Yakone laughed and ran after her sister, seeking to sneak around the best she could and manage to get a hold on the other end of the stick.


Much to Nunataq's joy, she did join the game. They always did in her experience - either because of the trophy or because the brown pelted adolescent was so god-damn-good at persuading others that "catch me, if you can" game was the best one in the whole world.

She gave Yakone a lackluster grin, when she began to follow, and ran off, as fast as she could. But, where her playmate might have lacked in speed, she was better at planning her moves better and soon the other girl had caught up and could easily snatch the stick away.

They play for a while longer and then they leave each for their own home.