@Kove grandpa time grandpa time patrol thread
So much time had passed that the forest the boy once knew was now baren and repainted with white and greys. The river he used to play in now frozen over except for a few patches where the water ran too fast. Ever since Clay left, he would find himself at the borders at some point during the day. Everyone else seemed to have given up by now, but he knew one day his brother would return home. He had to.
For now, he paused at one of the breaks in the ice to dip his snout and lap up some of the cold liquid. Everyone was thinner which meant he really had to pull his weight around the pack and do what he could. He didn't mind, after all, it was something his dad did and he wanted to be like Greyback.
The chuff surprised him, but it was not unwelcome. Water dripped from his snout as West turned to see his grandfather. He said something that sounded like a greeting, but the word flew over his head. Was he suppose to know that? Oh—Illetann...mek, Grandpa
Was that right? Oh God, maybe it wasn't even a greeting and he just looked like a fool... Newt probably knew. What are you doing out here?
Usually, he saw Kove around the stones or closer to the center of the pack, but West had been running off on his own lately.
Sorry I'm ten years late idk why I didn't respond to this :'^)
Ilitannamek...
He repeated the word again trying to match the syllables better. His tail brushed his hocks at his grandfather's praise, a new excitement blooming at the chance to learn something Newt might not yet know, Really? You'd teach me?!
Not that he was ever an easy student, his attention often wavered even during hunting lessons with his mom and he loved hunting.
He was surprised to hear that Kove used to be glued to the borders much like his father, he thought the man traveled a lot, or at least that's what it sounded like from his mom. Then came the uno reverse card, Ah, well...Clay is out there somewhere. I figured when he comes home I could be the first to greet him. I've also seen my dad here a lot! I thought I might help if I can.
womp womp I think we have to give in to the fact that we are both just going to be slow posters LOL
The boy's ears perked as his grandfather confirmed his offer, Yes! Yes— I'd love to!
He wasn't quite sure why but the idea of another language seemed exciting. Something that only he out of his siblings would know and perhaps come in handy later. There wasn't really a need to learn another language, everyone in Easthollow spoke the same one, but maybe that's why. He could say whatever he wanted and only his grandpa would understand.
The woodland boy gazed out at the wilderness, he couldn't lie he wanted to see it, but there would be time for that later. Right now he just wanted to find his brother. I do...but it's not my top priorities I guess. Mom and Dad get really worried when someone leaves, but I'm sure we can go explore later.
West stood to stretch his legs and moved towards a tree to mark assuming Kove would follow right behind.
It wouldn't take long for the boy to notice his grandfather seemed to just be following along. Perhaps there was no need for him to mark the borders if he was already doing it, still, it seemed strange to the woodland boy. West wouldn't question it though as he moved to the next tree and pushed up against it. West's ears perked as the language lessons came back to focus. Uhhhhhhh,
he had never learned another language before, what do you usually start with? Is there anything hunting related? Or different names for prey?
He always had been food motivated, starting with an interest might make the knowledge stick a bit more.
maybe we could wrap this up and do a more present thread where he knows a little more and they can try a conversation or something Just looked at the date and this is from December LOL
Oma— Omajtsuuk...
Well at least he was closer this time. He could work on it! Apparently the word was meant for general hunting, something he could use then! Even if it wasn't specific. West found it strange that there was no name for the bison, but Kove explained that none existed where he lived. Caribou? Is it like a deer or something?
He wasn't familiar with any other large game and if it wasn't a bison then maybe it resembled a different herd. This time he did not attempt to say the word, this one seemed kinda easy so he just figured he'd be able to say it and tried to store the word in his memory. Once more he stopped to mark a tree, brushing up against the bark before carrying on, glancing to his grandfather for any other words he might have for him.