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white fang - Kitimat - December 02, 2024
Things were changing here in Moontide. It wasn't necessarily visible, but the emotions running through the pack were perceptible to the young Kitimat.
For his part, he continued working to provide for and defend his family. Fishing, hunting, patrolling—whatever it took (successful or not) he would make sure he did his part to ensure their safety and success.
Today, the boy was fishing. One of the tide pools along the shore was cool but stirring, teeming with quarry. He stood at its edge, waiting for an opportunity.
Fish were more difficult to snare than land animals, he thought. They were slippery, and retreated into a maze of shadows and deceit that those on land could not. That, plus their ability to breathe underwater. . .
His muzzle was dripping; he'd failed a few times already, but persisted.
RE: white fang - Simbelmyne - December 03, 2024
While her brood was complete, and her husband returned, Simbelmyne’s demeanour was ghostly at best. Faint smiles and kind words were given, and she tried her hardest to cherish her family now that it was complete again- but dread loomed like a never ending shadow over her- and she wasn’t sure if she should cling more tightly to what she had, or release herself from it like a kite slipping from a child’s grasp.
It was her children who pulled her from her reverie the most. The sight of Kitimat hovering near a tide pool caught her attention. His chest and face were wet, and she wondered momentarily if he’d fallen in.
Kitty!She called out as she approached, only to see him dunk his face into the water. Fishing- that made more sense.
Why was it that she had leapt to the assumption that he’d fallen? Why did her brain always assume the worst?
RE: white fang - Kitimat - December 05, 2024
"Kitty!"
He heard the call underwater, albeit muffled and muted. The boy wrenched his head upward again and turned, shaking icy droplets from his head and ruff and opening his eyes to look upon Simbelmyne—whose own face appeared concerned.
Fishing,Kitimat answered her unvoiced question, broad shoulders lifting, then falling, in a shrug.
Would you like to join me, Mother?
He'd greet her with a kind nuzzle upon approach, preening at the soft fur at the base of her ear for a moment before pulling back. He knew she had been withdrawn and nervous since Father and Katmai had vanished, and especially since Seelie's brief disappearance.
She needed some levity in her life.
RE: white fang - Simbelmyne - December 09, 2024
Her heart warmed, to see his darling face emerge from the water, dripping. She was reminded of how he had looked when he had been born, slick and tiny- and marveled a little bit sadly at how much he had changed since then. Her boy had grown while he had been away, and she pined for the moments she'd missed. Her sweet, suckling babe now began to learn how to hunt along the seashore- Dutch would be proud.
Yes,She said, and swept toward him to gaze into the tide pool and stand with her tail waving to see that he had many options flashing like silver streaks below the surface. She chattered her teeth together appreciatively as he feathered his teeth through the fur at the nape of her neck, and rumbled to him affectionately as she passed her muzzle over his brow.
Show me?She prompted, hoping he might teach her his methods.
RE: white fang - Kitimat - December 14, 2024
Yeah,he exclaimed quietly, grinning.
Here, sit by me—
Kitimat instructed his mother to stay by his side, and then folded down, remaining very still.
Watch the fish, and when they come close, strike,he whispered from the corner of his mouth, eyeing the silvery figures in his peripheral vision.
He didn't want her to dunk first, lest she come up empty, so he volunteered in taking the first stab. Kitimat's head shot down, aiming for the first fleeting shape he saw—
And himself came up empty, eyes screwed shut, shaking his muzzle to clear the water.
Like that, except actually catch something,Kitimat remarked, looking rueful.
Whether or not either of them were successful after that was of little consequence. He enjoyed the time with his mother—to see her smile, and laugh, and play. That was most important.