Wolf RPG

She would be going right back, she swore it.

Leaving home right now was not in her plans. Nevermind the fact that the doe still resting in her canid skin pressed to be set free, to remember the ground, the miles a deer could travel. She wanted to go, to trek the entire valley, to see it from the highest peaks to the deepest caves. But she didn’t want to leave Moonglow to do it.

Vairë let the sea wind tug at her fur.

The almost yearling rested with her ankles in the surf, feeling the imperceptible tug of it against her paws. Another thing trying to pull her in a different direction than home. She huffed shortly, reaching back to adjust the bright red fox pelt slung over her back. Her eyes then went back across the sea. The crow was somewhere nearby, perhaps perched on a rock, but Vairë did not look.

He would warn her, should danger approach. She glanced over after a moment.

Ah. He was trying to open a shellfish. She looked back across the water, allowing her guard to drop. The young woman tipped her head back, taking a deep inhale of breath.

By happenstance, Wilwarin was not far from her sister. She had ventured far in her hunting; as was her way, she was distracted by all manner of things.

Birds in the trees, at first. The sight of different trees beginning a transition for the season, as summer came at the land in full-force. Then, the sea. Wilwarin had felt the rumble before she'd smelled a lick of salt - it called to her spirit in a way that nothing else had, thus far.

There was a sour note upon the air that was intriguing to her. She danced across the sand after it, as if following a ribboned path; she did not see her sister, for her eyes were focused upon a large protrusion of the surf. It was larger than any stone Wilwarin had ever seen - and the closer she got, the sweeter the air became; noxious like rotting fat, and old fish.

Wilwarin passed a dark shape which crowed a sound and startled her immediately; her steps were fleeting, but she did not fall, and wheeled about to look wide-eyed at the thing as it winged away. The crow came to roost atop the boulder and stared down at her imploringly, and she felt somehow judged.

That was when she finally noticed Vairë, and moved hastily to join her. A small huff followed, both to ease the tension that the surprise had brought to Wilwarin, and to greet the other girl.

The huff made Vairë briefly startle, before she glanced over her shoulder at who made such a noise.

Ah.

Hello, Wilwarin. Vairë loved her siblings, but she was not particularly close with Wilwarin. Now that she thought about it, she was close with Inkalorë, ish, but not as close as she’d like. Her face fell into a frown and her eyes went back to the sea. Akaagigan let out a throaty sounding caw, and the young woman turned to eye him dubiously.

Did he startle you? She asked her sister, tipping her head back around to face Wilwarin.

The bird made another sound that almost dwarfed the soft voice of Vairë, but Wilwarin's keen ears caught her question. She huffed a breath again and gave a little nod, eyeing the creature a moment, then smiled to her sister and reached to touch Vairë upon the cheek with her nose, a moment of affection.

After, she stepped away from her sister and towards the hulking mass that the gulls had been so invested in; one had returned when it saw the wolves were distracted, and sat atop the massive thing, pulling at a rubbery layer of skin. Its flapping wings drew Wilwarin's eye and she pantomimed laughing at it in her mute way.

I think it is a big fish! Mouthed the young woman, speaking of the whale carcass that sat baking beneath the summer sun. That explained the smell, and the attraction of the birds to it.