Wolf RPG

Paws of whitened frost and downy fur of slate and steel moved through the pack lands. Gaining breadth to his body he would rival father someday though his height would remain medium. Slate grey eyes to match the cool glint of his fur they were alight upon the changing branches. 

Ujurak and Astrid were out and about. They were closer than he. He loved them resolutely, but found himself more in the presence of his elder brother Skald. They preferred each others company and frankly Astrid was crazy. He loved her,  but nutso.

He took a moment to sniff a flower along the edge that hadn't yet disappeared copying something he'd seen Skald do. He didn't understand why big brother loved flowers so much, but well.

He looked at and whispered to it.  þú lyktar vel

On her next visit to Kvarsheim, Reverie resolved to meet her younger siblings. Gunnar's children. They were his blood, unlike her, and perhaps some part of her was jealous for that. But mostly she was delighted to finally become an older sister the way she'd always thought she would one day.
She spoke briefly with Gunnar before searching for the children, and found a boy in shades of grey sniffing a flower. Reverie smiled to see it, approaching with a gentle play-bow. Hi, She greeted softly. That's a pretty flower. I'm Reverie, I um... I'm your older sister! Gunnar is my father, too. I've been away for a little while, but I wanted to meet you and your siblings.

There were cominga and goings and fadir was not doing great, but to Sven his their father was indomitable.

A wolf as bright as the sun came upon him and he blinked his father's eyes at her. A small smile as she spoke. Another sister, was she as crazy as Asti?

Hello systur I be Sven.

He weaved his tail in delight.

He had eyes like Gunnar, and a smile that mirrored his mother's. Reverie did not know Taktuq well, but her heart warmed nonetheless to see each of the boy's parents in him. It's nice to meet you, Sven, She said softly, settling into a prone position from her bow. She'd never liked standing over anyone, even a child, though it was inevitable when they were so small.
Do you like flowers? Reverie inquired next, eyes drifting back to the one he'd been sniffing. Kvarsheim has lots of them, if you know the right places. When she'd lived here, she'd spent much of her time in the territory simply taking in the sights. Reverie had never been a very productive member of any pack she joined — but she did know plenty about the territories, and the wolves who lived in the packs.

She smelled nice and she looked like sunshine incarnate. So Sven determind she was good wolf. And if she was of father's brood, adopted or non. Then she was good too. Father would never love a bad wolf. 

He shook his head and looked a little sheepish. Not really. I like to smell 'em, but our brother Skald. He likes flowers lots. so i try and find them for him. He likes to talk about them and teach me. And I love him too much to tell him i'm not a fan, but sometimes. It is interestin' i guess. Do you like flowers too?

Sven's tail wagged. You like ventures? You know about Kvarsheim? You show me? I bet Skald like em. I show em. But don't worry I tell him you helped me find em.

He would never take credit where credit wasn't due.

Reverie was charmed, to say the least. She'd always thought that she'd like to have younger siblings, but the experience thus far was surpassing even her high expectations. It was almost like interacting with Blossom, with the added bonus that when the boy became hungry or tired it would be someone else's responsibility to see him fed and settled. Of course, part of her knew that she wouldn't be able to resist fetching Sven something to eat if that was what he wanted. He was just too cute!

I do! She exclaimed gently to his questions, rising with her tail waving merrily. I'll show you all the best places, come on. There's a pretty patch of turtleheads by the river, I bet Skáld would love them. And so she would lead him to Leynille, where Bjarna had brought her on that first day in Kvarsheim. The memory was bittersweet, and one she would not share with the youth. Not yet.

Fadie had raised hia children in such a way. That everyone was family. And he saw no difference now. She was his sister plain and simple. And honestly a better sister than Astrid, but he would never tell her that oh no. He might end up missing a few whiskers or toes or a tip of his tail!

He found a place at her shoulder and trotted along where she ventured. Tai lswaying happy to go on a venture with his big sister. So much fun theyd have.

As she led Sven to Leynille, Reverie couldn't help but think of the future. Would she have more children of her own? She stole another glance at her brother and thought that she might. She did love children. Whether she was a capable mother was another matter entirely, however, and a question that she was not sure she could answer herself.

And a thought for another time; they neared the river, and Reverie scanned the foliage among the trees until she spotted the turtleheads she'd spoken of. Look, there! She beckoned to Sven as her pace picked up. She slowed just before she stepped into the flowers, then lowered herself to the ground while sliding her forelegs into them, careful to avoid causing too much damage.

Just don't eat them, Reverie warned him, pausing for dramatic effect before she added, a bit mischievously: They're not poisonous, they just make you poop a lot. She promptly buried her face in the flowers.

Sven didn't worry about children or more siblings. It was not in his trajectory of thought yet. He was still too young. He was oblivous to the way adults worried about such things and how so many worried about being good. He figured if you loved them as best you could. Well it was enough wasn't it. 

He sniffed them and was just about to nibble on the edge, when her words caught him by surprise. He eyed them then with distrust, but he lowered himself among them.

He muttered darkly. I should give some to Asti when she's being a bully.

Reverie only barely heard what he muttered, but she couldn't help the soft snort of laughter that slipped from her. Oh, I did that to my brother, once, She told him in fond reminiscence. It was terrible! Don't do that to your sister. But there was no true firmness to her tone, and after a moment her voice dropped and she added,

But I won't tell anyone if you do. After all, what kind of childhood didn't feature at least a little bit of sibling rivalry?

His ears went to his skull and he shook his head. But then a small smile colored his maw. He scuffed at the ground.

Asti is crazy. She bites and pushes and when you tell her to stop she doesn't always listen. And you always have to do what she wants and. Sometimes i don't want too.