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The moon cuts a path - Dione - April 13, 2025
AW <3 hoping for Dione to meet some others
Beginning to settle after her hunt with Faust, Dione thought it fair that she should explore the territory she was now presumably to take part in maintaining. She had never been a part of a pack before Darukaal, not one like this. It was not the family packs she was used to; easy to dominate, easy to grow.
But nonetheless, she was content. She would remain to see where things with Faust led, until her heat came or her interest was lost. She was due, surely, but with no mate to accompany her this year she had no interest in carrying children - it was better to isolate once more to avoid any mistakes. She had seen how Calfuray fared on her own, before Dione found her, and it had put her off of handling motherhood on her own forever. Only one pup of four left. Or had it been five? She supposed it didn't matter anymore; she and Cal were long seperated, and the woman had more than likely gotten herself knocked up again since then. Maybe more had survived her second time around.
Pausing in a meadow, she took a moment to fall into a cat-like stretch of her back. The sun was beginning to set overhead; it was a lovely sight.
RE: The moon cuts a path - Tikigak - April 13, 2025
Tikigâk’s scent was beginning to permeate each part of the territory as she, too, came to know the land. It was also her intent to learn of its inhabitants, her pack mates and subordinates, now. She strode toward the borders, pausing now and then to sniff at a tree that held the furs of wolves—and prey—that had passed through.
One scent was fresher than all of the rest.
The she-wolf adjusts her route, curving toward the path of Dione. The woman was not yet in her line of sight, but soon she would be. Tikigâk made no mystery of her approach; Dione would likely hear her coming.
RE: The moon cuts a path - Dione - April 13, 2025
The sound of footsteps causes the perk of her ears. Standing straight, she looks towards the supposed source and waits for it to come into view. For them to make no mystery of their approach, she can only assume that it is another wolf.
Dione is not one to be eager in the face of a stranger - mostly because she usually isn't. Packmate or not, she first needs to assess if they are able to hold her interest for long enough that it will be worthwhile. Otherwise a friendly grunt and her exit may be more suitable.
RE: The moon cuts a path - Tikigak - April 13, 2025
A polar bear.
Tikigâk closed the distance between them in an easy and self-assured step—they had paused, hearing her no doubt. Stark white, unmarked and unmarred. Athletic in build, but she did not appear battleworn. Tikigâk moved to sniff at her, should the other not step away, to learn the stories one only could come to know by scent—the places she had gone, the wolves she had seen. She offered to the stranger the same opportunity, one that was only afforded to those that were pack, or that her mate otherwise trusted.
Another scent on the wind pulled some of her attention away from the she-wolf. The scent of arctic fox—close. Inside Darukaal. An invite to hunt is given with a low rumble; Tikigâk begins to follow the scent upon the wind, ears turning toward the other as to hear if she followed.
RE: The moon cuts a path - Dione - April 13, 2025
The stranger approaches, as large as herself with toned muscles that catch Dione's eye. They exchange scents, Dione all too pleased to ruffle fur with her cold nose and a lifted tail. She is invited to hunt, and quickly accepts. A good judge of whether or not she likes this woman beyond her looks will be their chemistry in a hunt.
She follows close, sticking to her packmates flank as her head lifts to take in the scent they are following. A fox - it's been a while since Dione hunted one with another.
RE: The moon cuts a path - Tikigak - April 13, 2025
Tikigâk moves ahead with a lifted plume demonstrative of her own hierarchal position and a rigid step, displeased with the boldness of the vulpine beasts. With her own cubs on her mind, Tikigâk’s answer would be to dispatch them with her teeth—now with the aid of Nanook alongside her, positioned perfectly at her flank.
The scent grows stronger. Two of them, perhaps a mated pair testing their fortune. It would not favor them this day, they would soon come to find. Tikigâk moves their path downwind—fox were known for their swiftness, fleetfooted and nimble. When it comes to speed, Tikigâk knows they two—with their gargantuan builds—are at a disadvantage.
And Tikigâk wanted them dead. They sought to take meat from the mouths of their pack. From hear, she could hear them dig into a cache—Tikigâk looks to her hunting partner, crouching against the wind, and gestures the direction they would ambush the mongrels from. It was a slow, deliberate crawl to get close enough to them where the advantage the pale things had would be moot.
The creatures had not detected them, foolish in their greed as they glut themselves.
A brief look to the woman asks, ready?
Tikigâk felt eager to see the woman in motion—and just as eager to use her own teeth alongside her in the hunt.
RE: The moon cuts a path - Dione - April 14, 2025
She acknowledges the other with a flick of her eyes; to her partner, and then back to the foxes. Fur as white as her own, but so small. She felt that she could crush them beneath her paw.
Her legs bracing momentarily she then shot forward, quick to circle to the other side of the now panicked creatures. Baring teeth and standing her ground, the pair began towards the position of the darker coated woman, not immediately noticing her in their desperation to escape. So long as her packmate could grab one, Dione would take the other before it ran off.
Foxes were not so difficult when you were familiar; they were rather predictable, easily spooked things. Usually she would only chase them off since they were of such little threat, but then again, she had also heard that their pelts were quite nice. With her companions dark coat she was sure it would look nice draped over her back.
RE: The moon cuts a path - Tikigak - April 16, 2025
As soon as the white woman herded them within reach of her, Tikigâk was upon one. She was the sweeping scythe over the field to be harvested—the thing did not even have the time to react. In a spray of snow and stone Tikigâk had burst forth, gripping the thing between her teeth and giving a mighty shake that would swiftly break the neck of the animal.
Meanwhile, the maneuver had effectively caused the other to seek to adjust its course as the woman had hoped, slowing it down for a beat—long enough for her packmate to do what must be done. Tikigâk doubted the woman needed any aid from here in the felling of the fox, but offered aid anyway should Nanook look her way in request of it.
RE: The moon cuts a path - Dione - April 16, 2025
The plan was a success. While her companion grabbed and killed one fox with ease, Dione grabbed the other with a vicious shake. It was dead just as quickly.
Dropping the carcass and licking the small amount of blood from her lips, she eyed the other.
Have you ever prepared a pelt before?She asked.
One of these would look quite nice against your fur.She chose to break the silence they had hunted in, voicing her thoughts. It would be a shame to waste such lovely furs, nonetheless.
RE: The moon cuts a path - Tikigak - April 16, 2025
Tikigâk rumbled in low approval for their shared success, tail lashing behind her. The question posed was answered with a shake of her head.
The Darukaal woman would make a mess of such a thing. Never before had there been a need or a purpose for such—but in Darukaal, she learned there was, at the very least, some sort of purpose. Learning still. Faust had prepared caribou furs, and cougar furs for her. She looked down at the fox furs, considering.
That it might look nice upon her earned a tilt of her head. Tikigâk was a woman who cared not at all for looks, and had not thought about how such a thing would look when on her back. It would certainly hide the dirt and debris there.
But these furs were a part of her story in Darukaal, too. Kinship she built. With Nanook now, sister of the hunt and the kill.
…you know how to do this?Tikigâk asks in her deep voice. Never before had she cared much for any other cultures beyond her own. Even while she struggled still to do so, she made an effort.
RE: The moon cuts a path - Dione - April 20, 2025
I can try.Dione responded. When she was raising her children, she and her husband had put together a few pelts for the den. He had been much better at it than her. That year had been cold, the small bodies needed the extra warmth while their fur grew.
Come find me again in a week or two, I should have it done. We'll hunt again as well.
Looking between the two carcasses, she placed a paw upon the larger.
My name is Dione. I suppose I should have said that by now.Offering a smile, she then picked up her preferred carcass before trotting off into the trees.
It was not often that Dione offered up gifts, not even to a lover, but this woman had seemed someone worth keeping as a friend.
RE: The moon cuts a path - Tikigak - April 22, 2025
Tikigâk nods, not displeased by the idea of acquiring one of these furs. Tikigâk would provide the woman with plenty of time to complete the task and seek her out once more. The prospect of another hunt was answered with the steady wave of her tail.
Something larger,comes Tikigâk’s tacked on thought, her low, cool voice wrapped in something akin to amusement.
Tikigâk,she answers in turn with a rumble, unbothered by the “when” of when she spoke her name. Tikigâk would remember her scent before anything else, in any event. When the wolf took the critter she intended to take the furs of, Tikigâk picked up the other to bring to her mate as a light snack. With him, she would resume her own patrol, thinking fondly of the wolf who she had hunted with this day.