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nothing holding me back - Dingo - June 23, 2019
Dingo had watched the kids for a few hours and then at the first opportunity, dropped them off with someone and left. They weren't his responsibility as far as he was concerned; he was not their father, and he didn't think it was appropriate that someone of his calibre be delegated the role of babysitter. It didn't occur to him yet that such a role was beneficial to him. That, maybe, he was often watching the kids because Towhee and Phox trusted him. At some point, as summer warmed up around the 'strath and dazzled everyone, Dingo had forgotten about his fixation on the little Fennec. He'd fallen in to a routine: hunt, nap, go for a swim, nap, patrol a little, nap... At the moment he was investigating an unfamiliar path through the towering cedar woods, likely hunting for a good place to catch up on his sleep.
RE: nothing holding me back - Wisp - June 25, 2019
It was a slow process, but with regular meals, Wisteria was beginning to look better. Her cheeks weren't so sunken in, her belly seemed to have filled in a little, and her fur wasn't hanging quite so limply from her frame. With this uptick in her health came an accompanying upswing in her mood. She was still considerably morose and solitary compared with the rest of her packmates and she made little effort to seek them out, but now and again she would feel the slightest spark of craving for their company.
That was dashed somewhat with Breccan's departure. She hadn't got an opportunity to really catch up with her brother again before he took off on his own, leaving the rest of them behind. While her parents seemed to be benefiting from the change in scenery, their children certainly weren't, leading Wisteria to wonder at the selfishness of her parents in bringing them all here. She was neutral about the whole thing, having zero ties to her family's previous digs, but her brother's decision troubled her nonetheless. If Deshyr left without telling her, too, it would just be Wisteria alone with her parents and the replacement brats that she hated. She couldn't handle that.
Thus troubled, Wisteria decided that she felt well enough to quit the territory. She was much too withdrawn to try interacting positively with anyone, so she let wandering legs carry her to the east, where she came face-to-face with someone anyway. She stopped in her tracks when Dingo's golden fur became visible between the trees and she stood wide-eyed in his path, black hackles slowly beginning to rise.
RE: nothing holding me back - Dingo - July 02, 2019
He probably didn't have time to nap as much as he did, but Dingo felt as if he was owed something for all the work he had put in so far. It was the most work he'd ever done, like... Ever. Work wasn't his thing. It was definitely important for some people to stay active or to seek out and claim some spit of land for themselves, but that urge had never been very dominant for the lazy asshole that was Dingo Crestwood; the fact he was working so hard now was for selfish reasons, and he deeply disliked how easily he'd fallen in to the routine.
Alas, if he wanted the prize at the end of the proverbial rainbow, he'd have to put up with a little detour first. As he investigated the gaps in the trees, or paused over a moss-hewn log, or got a little confused and roamed in circles - it didn't matter, none of the avenues he hiked through were good spots for napping. They were too easy to find, for one. If Dingo was going to do anything really seriously, he wanted to slack off properly, and that meant finding somewhere secluded.
Thus the man was oblivious to his stalker. If he hadn't overworked himself while hunting then maybe he'd have been paying proper attention to his surroundings; the girl wasn't far off from him, but she was hidden by the natural stealth inherent to more feral creatures. The only hint he was given lasted for all of thirty seconds as the wind shifted, pulling at her coat and sending Dingo clues - but again, he wasn't paying attention. If she wanted to sulk on by him, she could easily do that as he hunted around the woods.