Wolf RPG

It was by far the longest time Bazi had spent away from her children. She made her excuses, citing a need to exercise her outrider skills, and left her life behind.

Her route took her south, across the Dawnlark Plains and through the narrow passageway between Mount Apikuni and the Sunspire range. It felt good to be free.

She ended up in Northstar Vale. In these hauntingly beautiful woods she had once challenged Jinx - a misguided ploy that might have cost her dearly, had their encounter not been interrupted by a Silvertip subordinate. That seemed like such a long time ago now, and Bazi could not recall the details. The memory of her own foolishness made Bazi feel giddy. Any decision she made now was carefully weighed - pros against cons against long-term consequences. Ha! She was about as spontaneous as a rock.

The pale wolf flopped in the grass, feeling frustrated with her situation. A few mushrooms crumbled under her weight. They seemed to have taken over the entire field, shining bright blue in the sun. Soon, she would have to return home to feed her children. It felt a little like having two bladders, and Bazi could scarcely wait for her time as a walking feed back to come to an end - for now. When her body permitted it, there would be another brood.

Bazi loosed a snarl and seized the nearest fungal growth in her mouth, chomping on the soft flesh in blind defiance of what might happen. What did it matter? If she was floored by epic diarrhoea, she might have to stick around for a few days - a welcome break from the responsibilities at home. Eventually, the agitated wife, mother, and leader drifted off to sleep.

When she woke up, Bazi was high as fuck.

Her stomach was killing her. Tomahawk did not know what she had eaten, but she had excused herself from the plains to take care of it. Again and again, she hurled. Nothing seemed to soothe her stomach, and eventually, she passed out from pure exhaustion, her stomach empty, but at least not retching any longer. When she awoke, the slave was ravenous. She managed to nab herself a few small critters (namely mice) before taking the time to figure out where she was.

She vaguely remembered traveling north, so she must be north of home. Her masters would not like her being gone long, she knew that much. Tomahawk oriented herself, then began to head home, glad that whatever gastrointestinal distress she'd had was done and over with. She was perhaps twenty minutes into her homeward journey when she came across the greyish white wolf.

Bazi stayed where she was. The world seemed... glowy. Glowy? Was that a word? Brighter somehow, as though each blade of grass had its own personal lighting engineer. The intoxicated wolf reached out a paw to tap at the nearest mushroom, and giggled with delight when sparks escaped its heavy skirt.

And there, framed by light, was Danica.

Bazi's heart skipped at least ten beats. She sucked in air, rolling clumsily onto her front, down again, and back up after taking a moment to orient herself. Swaying on her elbows and with one eye refusing to open wider than a crack, she slurred at the passing coyote. "You died. You died! But now you're back, because... because I need you back." A smile etched its way onto Bazi's face with as much grace as a woman putting on tights. "To do things," she finished, guffawing devilishly.

The wolf approached her, and while she could have run, she did not. This was... this was a wolf she had known. Knew? Tomahawk's memory was hazy when it came to the details, but she recalled this woman. They had spoken to one another, once. On at least somewhat-friendly terms. "I did not die," Tomahawk protested in Dotharan, failing to switch back into the common tongue for a moment. "I'm not dead," she said, in English this time.

The woman wolf spoke of things in a way that Tomahawk was not quite certain of. "Things?" she queried, taking an apprehensive step closer while simultaneously lowering her frame. Her ears remained slicked back against her skull, her posturing submissive and obedient. Even though this was not a Dotharan wolf, Tomahawk had defaulted to going belly up near any of them.

But either her companion sobered or simply decided she wanted nothing to do with Tomahawk, for she quickly departed.