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in all these places I'd look for you - RIP Poppy - January 22, 2018
She'd run her stag back home after her encounter with the bird, feeling rather bad after chasing it all the way. It was less fun than it had been chasing it out, but it felt like a load taken off her conscience to know she hadn't displaced the animal so completely. It did look rather rough, now, however, and when the gasping animal staggered away from her again, this time she let it. She was rather close to Easthollow, after all, and she was sure it would find it's way back. Abandoning the chase, she picked her way through the snow towards a boulder, intent on picking away the snow between her paw pads.
RE: in all these places I'd look for you - Phocion - January 22, 2018
Phocion didn't stray too far from the border, these days. He liked to occupy himself right on the line, where he could keep watch for intruders and explore the fringes of the territory. Maybe pick off small game here and there. Perhaps waiting for Indra or Poet to appear, two wolves he had taken a liking to.
His peace today was interrupted by the sound of pawsteps nearby, and his white ears pricked, searching for the culprit. Slowly, quietly, he padded closer, and found. . .wait, what?
She was a wolf, but she wasn't. She was small and brown and white, with a silky pelt and expressive chestnut eyes. More importantly, she had the scent of Easthollow on her, and while she was a little too close to the boundary for comfort, he knew she likely meant no harm, as Valette and Xan enjoyed a steady peace in these lands.
"Excuse me," Phocion called out, his tone perplexed. "Are you lost? Can I help you with something?" She looked relatively young, and naive on top of that.
RE: in all these places I'd look for you - Reigi - January 22, 2018
morning came and went, and once more reigi had taken to guarding the mouth of bearclaw valley. atop her boulder-throne she perked as she watched a stag run past, panting and alone.
if she were not an intelligent creature, she would have been tempted to go at it alone. but even in the deer's exhausted state it could do damage, and she wasn't sure she could take it alone especially with the wound she was tending.
she dismisses the stag and not soon after, something else catches her eye. a small wolf is traipsing brazenly towards her home, and reigi casts an attention-catching bark as she works her way from her self-proclaimed throne.
another wolf breaks from the borders and beats her there (somehow), and standing guard, she waits attentively as they talk.
something was off about this wolf! she reminded reigi of herself, but was even smaller, with a similar stark-coloured coat.
RE: in all these places I'd look for you - RIP Poppy - January 24, 2018
She blinked as a male came into sight, pale and burly and smelling of the borders near here. She fell motionless, blinking at him a moment before her attention shifted to the girl behind him, the one who didn't quite look like other wolves, but not quite the dogs at home, either. Gaze on the girl a beat longer, she was distracted only when the male spoke. "no, I - I was putting my deer back." She explained, amending a moment later, "I think it got into your territory, though." She explained, gesturing in it's general direction. She was silent only a moment before remedying this statement too, fearing the male would think she wanted it back. "that's alright, though." She'd gotten close enough, certainly, and she shifted nervously a moment before adding finally, "I'm Poppy."
RE: in all these places I'd look for you - Phocion - January 25, 2018
Movement to his side caught the corner of his eye, and his icy gaze flashed that way, landing on the figure of a lithe brown. . .she-wolf? Phocion cocked his head, perplexed. She didn't look like a wolf, either! Part coyote? No, he surmised, no coyote in her, either.
He was still staring bewildered at the newcomer--who held his pack scent--when the other girl spoke. Phocion looked back at her, his face warming a bit but otherwise remaining particularly confused.
"Putting your. . .deer back?" He resisted the urge to scratch his ears, checking for wax. Had he heard her correctly? Was she hunting the deer, or playing with it? The latter could be dangerous; Bearclaw wolves might take it down without a second thought--he knew he would.
Shaking off this thought both mentally and physically, with a wag of his tail, Phocion nodded. "Poppy. From Easthollow? I'm Phocion, of Bearclaw Valley. And this is. . ." He trailed off, looking slowly round at the other female again. One ear rotated idly in her direction, waiting with no small anticipation for her response.
RE: in all these places I'd look for you - RIP Poppy - February 10, 2018
permission to skip granted
He seemed rather confused about her reason for being here, and she nodded quickly when he echoed her words back to her. "I took it north, but I didn't want to leave it up there - it didn't seem right." She elaborated without knowing that this might merely make her claim sound even odder, but instead found herself rather interested in what the male said next. Offer a quick nod at his guess, and peering over his shoulder at the rock behind him, she asked in an awed voice, "are there bears, in your territory?" She'd never seen a bear, but she'd heard her mother's stories, and understood them to be goliaths much more capable of eating her than a wolf.It was a while longer that she spoke with the strangers, but it was ultimately her own desire the rest her weary limbs (and the odd, slightly intimidating she-wolf) that had her say a hasty goodbye and breach the narrow gap between this pack and hers.