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daffodil - Moon Runner - February 25, 2024
Moon Runner felt good these days.
The days grew longer. The air was warmer. Snow, less frequent.
Her body was strong. Capable.
The Rise had settled into a new routine. Rolling Thunder and Blood Spot had not returned. The juveniles grew and proved their mettle. Moon Runner hunted for her pack.
Successful, she brought a fresh gamebird to Mother. Then, fatigued and feeling frisky, the young wolf found a patch of slushy snow and began to roll in it.
RE: daffodil - Carrion - March 07, 2024
Too much time had passed Carrion by. Too easily.
Repeated parental abandonment left her indifferent to the comings and goings of others. She knew she would remain. She was fine with it just being her and Rotgut, but she was often reminded of the other wolves — her siblings and packmates. At some point, she decided in was in her best interest to stop being so passive.
For now, anyway.
Just a brown smudge peeking from the treeline, she watched the oscillating daughter of Snow Mother and waited until Swooping Cloud was thoroughly lumped up with slush before making her approach. She slithered out into the open on her belly, yipping for the girl's attention.
RE: daffodil - Moon Runner - April 09, 2024
Moon Runner sent up clumps of spring slush as she rolled and wiggled from side to side, animated and jolly.
It was then Vulture emerged from her hiding spot, more puddle than wolf, as she ebbed close. Her voice caught Moon Runner’s attention the girl she looked, upside down and feet in the air, at her cohort.
Arrooooruuuruuuu, Moon Runner grunted happily. Her creamy fur was wet and sloppy, but the snow’s coolness felt good against her skin. Her tail thumped against the ground.
Join me! The spirit called.
RE: daffodil - Carrion - May 06, 2024
Of course!
Carrion's body wormed closer, supplicant and giddy to be invited. In closing the distance, she rolled over herself and inched the rest of the way on her back until they were face-to-face, upside down.
Carrion extended a dainty paw and batted at the Trēow's muzzle as if to say, "here, smell my feet. I stepped in a great puddle today! Then I crossed some deer tracks, and disturbed some owl pellets, and scratched over a fox trail, and, and, and..." The details of her morning went on and on.
RE: daffodil - Moon Runner - May 16, 2024
When Vulture extended her toes, Moon Runner willingly inspected them. Puddles! Pellets! Trails! Her pack-sister led quite an adventurous life and discovered many hidden wonders another wolf might have overlooked. She had a keen eye, just like the condor for which she was named.
Moon Runner expressed her amusement and interest with a wide smile, which sent her tongue hanging down. Hree, hree, hreee, she wheezed in a cheery way.
Then, she rolled onto her belly (pale fur wet with dead thatch sticking to her here and there) and cocked her head as if to ask, would you take me on an adventure with you?