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seas would rise when I gave the word - Maevra - November 22, 2016
The first few days in the vale had been very similar in that she sought to refamiliarize herself with being in a pack, and to become acostumed to the territory that was theirs. She had neither been submissive nor dominant, but slipping in where she may with no obvious vying for dominance. But she was hardly the submissive type, and with a few extra meals in her she certainly felt bolder.
She trotted through the territory which the valers had claimed with comfort, not far from the main group but instead searching for small game for which to hunt. She had attached names to most of the bodies the pack possessed, and her gaze was light as she chuffed an invitation to the nearest packmate, gesturing that they follow with a sweep of her feather tail, clearly intent on the hunt.
she darted into the corpse when she attracted another to follow, predatory gaze already searching for something to make a meal, steps light and almost soundless, not looking back to whoever followed her but instead occasionally flicking a single ear back to signal that she was still aware of the other.
RE: seas would rise when I have the word - Larus - November 28, 2016
He lingered with the group, but never immersed himself within it. They roamed together, they ate, they slept. All the while, Tryphon's interest was internalized, settling upon either his own needs or the strangeness of the surroundings. It would take time for him to adapt to this new life; at the moment, he had been trailing after the only familiar face (and scent) that he was comfortable with — Saena's. Except that path crossed so many others, mingled, diverted, and so many times -- so Tryphon's route traced away from the group, and soon he found himself stranded out of their view.
But there was the sound of a scuffle, of motion, and with a keen interest peaking within him, Tryphon sought it out. He spied a shape moving beyond the main group, like himself, and yet while he pursued it, he came upon nothingness. Whatever - whoever - had caught his attention had snuck away. The scent was layered with those of the pack he had already met, and it would take time for the boy to distinguish what lay beneath them all — he was out of practise — but eventually, if he was lucky, Tryphon would figure this out.