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a pretty girl with bouffont hair - Journey - May 22, 2025
Like her feline counterpart, Journey had forged ahead to scout. Or, perhaps, just to stretch her legs. She was feeling sprightly today, filled with the season of spring despite her advancing age. Still, the slight creature traveled with a bounce in her step.
There was a trickling stream here, she was pleased to note. Journey cast a wary eye around before heading toward it, and then another before dipping her head to drink. The rest of the Caravan would be thirsty, she knew, but she wanted to be sure this place was safe before leading her friends toward it.
Pretending to be absorbed with drinking her fill seemed like a good way to lure out any dangerous foes.
RE: a pretty girl with bouffont hair - Bushtit - May 22, 2025
He heads south again sans any childhood memorabilia, spending a night in King Elk Forest before cruising eastward first thing the next morning. He’s grateful for the overcast weather, otherwise the glare would be terrible traveling in this direction. The temperatures stay pleasantly cool, allowing Bushtit to easily cover dozens of miles as he heads back to the desert.
Several days hence, he arrives both starving and parched. Bushtit looks to soothe the easier discomfort first, seeking the lowlands’ most precious commodity. He’s familiar enough with the terrain to quickly locate a stream. The young male approaches it with utter tunnel vision, dunking his whole snout into the sparkling waters and slurping rather noisily.
Only when he raises his head to catch a breath does he notice the dark she-wolf downstream. Bushtit’s pupils immediately dilate despite the sunny weather. He licks his lips, only partly due to the droplets clinging to his pale chin.
RE: a pretty girl with bouffont hair - Journey - May 22, 2025
Journey's head whipped up when someone barrelled toward her — or, toward the water, as it turned out. She watched in amusement as the boy (young, but already bigger than her) drank his fill, not quite judging, since she had spent plenty of time being thirsty in the desert, herself. She waited patiently for him to finish, and was still quiet when his eyes finally found her.
"Hello there," she said, a smile on her voice and in her eyes, even as the rest of her remained impassive. She liked to play the ice queen, but she could never quite manage not to be friendly. "You were sure thirsty. Walk a long way?"
She imagined so; he smelled like the road, and like many strange people and places. She trotted closer, wanting to get a better sniff — but kept her eyes peeled for any over-protective mothers.
RE: a pretty girl with bouffont hair - Bushtit - May 22, 2025
She greets him right away, her soft voice stroking his ears into a perk. Bushtit’s face quickly shifts into a smile, his gaze never wavering from her as she approaches. She says something that sounds a lot like a pickup line, though in the present context, he supposes she doesn’t intend it that way.
I’m always thirsty,he replies with a flirtatious twitch of his lips,
but yeah, I probably covered—probably not hundreds of miles but, like, tens of them, at least.Bushtit huffs a laugh at how dumb that sounds coming out of his mouth.
I’m Bushtit,he offers in the next breath, then waits expectantly for her name.
He gives her an appreciative look in the meantime. She’s not black, like he thought at first, but more of a smoky gray. Her thin fur looks impossibly soft, just like her eyes. She’s petite, standing a few inches shorter than him despite her leggy physique, but she’s a full-grown woman. That’s for sure.
RE: a pretty girl with bouffont hair - Journey - May 22, 2025
Precocious, she diagnosed him, holding back on a scoff at the shift in the boy's features. He reminded her of her useless, deadbeat ex-husband, and though she hated herself for it, it endeared him to her.
Even as her estimation of his character plummeted.
"That's a long way for a young man on his own," she said sweetly, hoping to knock him down a peg. She'd drawn as close, then, as she wanted to be to him — a few feet's conversational distance. "I'm Journey. I've been walking a long way, myself."
This close, she decided he was on his own. Or, at least, not under close watch.
"Where's your mommy?" she asked, still with a sparkle of warmth in her eyes.
RE: a pretty girl with bouffont hair - Bushtit - May 22, 2025
He opens his mouth to explain he’s been a nomad since the day he was born, pretty much, but then she says her name. Journey, really? It sounds like she’s a traveller too. Bushtit’s eyes brighten with a decidedly boyish delight, though there’s a sensuous tilt to his mouth as he regards her—at least, until she questions him about his mommy.
His lips twist and he chokes, though he catches the impish look in her eye and says,
She’s probably at home,with a good-natured laugh.
Where’s your mommy?he fires back playfully, standing tall as if to remind her he’s grown too.
RE: a pretty girl with bouffont hair - Journey - May 22, 2025
At this explanation, Journey took a moment to wonder whether Satya had yet discovered her absence. He would surely have returned to their erstwhile home, by now — but what if he hadn't? What if he, too, thought she was probably at home?
It was really of no consequence. Just a good way to get herself angry, which was an activity she relished quite often. She allowed a spark of it to shoot through her veins, now, though she remained amused by her company.
"At rest, I should hope," she replied, because honestly, I have no idea if Lavender is even alive. Oh well. "And quite beyond worrying where I've run off to. Does yours know you're talking to strangers? Falling in with dangerous crowds?"
She wondered if he could smell Balarina on her pelt. She did not quite get off on the fear as her friend did, but even she had to admit that the reactions were often funny. Too bad the dancer was not here to be a more present boogeyman.
RE: a pretty girl with bouffont hair - Bushtit - May 22, 2025
Her mother is dead, gone long enough that she can comment on it in one breath and tease him in the next. Bushtit sips in a breath, guessing that puts her around middle age. Jokes aside, she seems a little stuck on his own age, so he assumes the difference might be a barrier for her. He’s been rebuffed before.
I’ve been talking to strangers since before I could talk,he tells her, laughing at his own words. It’s true though: he could sign before he could speak. -“What’s this about dangerous crowds though?”- Bushtit continues, making a point to sign along because he knows it brings attention to his strong forearmslegs.
He looks around very surreptitiously, then gives her a playfully pointed look. What crowds? And then Bushtit cocks his head to the side, giving her blatant elevator eyes. And what danger? He grins.
RE: a pretty girl with bouffont hair - Journey - May 22, 2025
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But these young men healed fast. She remembered (with damnedable nostalgia once more) how her Satya had been in their youth. The awkward legginess that had so entranced her when she was only a leggy youth herself...
She was enjoying this game, even if she maintained that his age should be a barrier. There was nothing wrong with being paid some well-deserved attention, was there? Especially if the polite young man was being halfway decent about it. She knew a few who could stand to take a leaf out of Bushtit's bush.
"I am not so alone as I look," she said, near enough that their scents mingled. "Or as you seem to be. But if you're not afraid — perhaps you'd like to be introduced to my kitty."
RE: a pretty girl with bouffont hair - Bushtit - May 22, 2025
She begins circling him like a predator sizing up prey. He’s into it. He stands still save for his head, which turns to follow her as she assesses him. Does he flex? No. Does he pose a little? Maybe. He might be young—too young to be properly virile—but Bushtit knows his way around a woman by now. He wants Journey to understand that, preferably through a demonstration.
Kitty?he echoes, eyes darkling.
He hasn’t heard that one before, though he gets the gist well enough. His blood heats, realizing she’s now using double entendres. Maybe they’re getting somewhere, despite all her jokes about his age. Bushtit gives her his most charming grin.
Why would I be afraid of it?he croons, smoldering gaze darting to her hindquarters before flicking back to her face.
Does it have teeth?
RE: a pretty girl with bouffont hair - Journey - May 22, 2025
Unfortunately, it was virility that really attracted Journey. Bushtit's value to her now was in this: the petty urge to pick on someone who seemed just a little too big for their britches. Even if that someone was pleasant enough company, thus far.
She grit her teeth against a laugh, indulging in a mischievous smile instead, and answered:
"Yes."
Perhaps he did not know what a mountain lion smelled like, or perhaps she did not carry Balarina strongly enough on her coat. Whatever the case, she was enjoying the sport of teasing a silly young man, just as she always had. This one, at least, seemed unlikely to get her into "trouble".
"Her name is Balarina," she said instead, withdrawing from Bushtit's space to splash into the water. "She's off in that direction — " a vague gesture to the south — "scouting a different route for our band. There are plenty of us — and some are panthers."
RE: a pretty girl with bouffont hair - Bushtit - May 22, 2025
Her emphatic response earns a blink. Bushtit tries to puzzle out what she means—is she speaking metaphorically?—even as Journey breaks from her circling and moves toward the water. Then she elaborates, letting him know she’s speaking of a literal cat, a panther, named Balarina.
He stares after her, wondering if it’s all some joke, but he decides she’s serious. His brain whirs. She’s friends with a big cat? Maybe even several big cats? And she’s in a band? Bushtit knows he should probably be afraid, though he’s absolutely gobsmacked with intrigue.
What? Oh,he says inarticulately,
what?He pauses, then decides aloud,
I definitely need to hear all about this, Journey.
RE: a pretty girl with bouffont hair - Journey - May 22, 2025
She laughed at him, though even now, there was something good-natured in her needling. She laid herself flat in the cool stream and let the water run over her, looking up at her young admirer. She was pleased to still have his attention.
"Good," she chirped, her tail flinging water as it wagged. "You can help spread the word."
She had a practiced speech, of course. She was, after all, quite the thespian. But, for one reason or another, she found herself speaking more candidly with the young man.
"We're rounding people up for a summer festival," she told him, digging her claws into the pebbly creekbed. "Midsummer, North of here. There's these hot springs, and this plateau — we'll be right there in the valley. We have our own things to trade, and our own songs and stories and dances, of course, but it'll be more fun if lots of different wolves and packs show up to celebrate.
"We do this every year — though I'm a bit newer than Balarina. I joined up with a few of my daughters summer back, but we've attended a few down in the desert over the years. The cats took some getting used to — but they're nice enough, once you get to know them. These ones, at least."
Journey wouldn't trust a new cat as far as she could throw one, and she wondered if she ought to warn Bushtit to do the same.
RE: a pretty girl with bouffont hair - Bushtit - May 23, 2025
Spreading the word is definitely something he can do as he traipses around the wilderness. Momentarily forgetting their sensual tension, he eases into a sphinx pose at the water’s edge, pale toes dipping into the shallows. His eyes fix on her, his ears tilted forward to catch Journey’s every word.
That’s,he says when she finishes,
incredible. I have so many questions.
But he doesn’t voice one right away, instead taking a moment to fully process everything she’s told him. Bushtit’s pretty sure he knows exactly where she plans to throw this festival. It sounds like quite the party, reminding him of some of the gatherings his mom’s mentioned. Of course, she’d never said anything about cats.
When he speaks again, he asks,
You have daughters?
It’s probably not the question she expects, though he suddenly wonders if it’s not just age working against him but lack of availability. If she’s a MILF, there’s a good chance she has a mate too. Bushtit likes to flirt—and likes to get laid, obviously—but if she’s spoken for, then she’s off limits.
RE: a pretty girl with bouffont hair - Journey - May 23, 2025
Her tail whipped a little faster at these words; it was incredible, and she'd thoroughly enjoyed all the faires she attended with her daughters — even if they'd sometimes come home with more than she'd bargained for. She was looking forward to this tour of the wilds, and to the culmination of it in a month's time.
At his question, the woman threw back her head and laughed.
"Seven," she replied, a smirk on her face. "The youngest are still older than you. But maybe I'll try again this year."
She winked at him, even though there was (obviously) nothing he could do to help her with that quest. She pushed herself back to her paws and shook the water briskly from her pelt.
"Are there any packs around here?" she asked, taking her own turn at a question.
RE: a pretty girl with bouffont hair - Bushtit - May 23, 2025
She laughs in his face, though his boyish smile doesn’t falter as she tells him she has seven daughters, all of which are older than him. Bushtit realizes then that she’ll probably never take him seriously as a suitor, her status aside. Still, he’s curious.
His mouth opens to ask her another question, though she poses one and he says instead,
Yeah, there’s a lot in this area, although I guess that depends on your definition of ‘around here.’ The closest one is my padre’s pack in the pass.
He motions toward it, wondering if she plans to drop by and invite Soto et al to attend the festival. Will Verapaz be interested in something like that? Bushtit isn’t sure, though he has a tough time imagining the Segundo mingling at a midsummer faire.
So, any sons? Or a mate?he asks casually, facing Journey again.
RE: a pretty girl with bouffont hair - Journey - May 23, 2025
Journey squinted toward padre's pack, as if expecting to see some sort of sign of them in the distance — but none were apparent, and the scent was not clear from this distance. Still, her tail whisked in eager excitement as she anticipated the journey. (heh)
Bushtit soon stole back her attention. She'd decided that she liked the boy, and some of the meanness now drained away from her play.
"No, none," she said in no small amount of wonder, a wry smile on her face. "My aunt liked to say it was my dirty blood that made it impossible for me to have sons — but my girls are all perfectly formed. Big and healthy. And my mate — well, it wasn't his blood that made them so pretty. Not all by himself, at least."
She was endlessly proud of her daughters, wholly enchanted by their existence. Perhaps they would get more of a kick out of Bushtit than she.
"Maybe I'll introduce you," she suggested, "If you introduce me to your padre — is he single?"
Suddenly, she tipped back her head and gave a yipping little howl; Balarina was not quite fluent in these canine sounds, so they had distinctive signals that she could more easily discern. This one meant, Found something! Going somewhere! but it likely sounded terribly simplistic and stilted to lupine ears.
RE: a pretty girl with bouffont hair - Bushtit - May 23, 2025
He frowns when she talks about her aunt’s theory, his heart sinking a little when she confirms she’s mated. Ah, well. Maybe now Bushtit can focus on the upcoming festitivites, pulling all the details out of her so he can start spreading them around the wilds.
His head rears back when Journey offers to introduce him to her mate (at least, that’s how he understands it), then in the very same breath, asks if his father’s single. Bushtit blinks at her, a little knit appearing in his youthful brow.
Before he can think of how to respond, she sends up a little howl. Is she summoning her mate to come meet him? Bushtit pushes to his feet, wiping his damp forepaws in the dry grass. He guesses all the questions will have to remain unanswered, because he’s not sticking around for this.
You’re a big girl,he says, eyes smoldering again for a heartbeat.
I’m sure you can handle your own introductions. Good luck with the festival, Journey!Bushtit calls over his shoulder, heading in no particular direction except for outta here.
RE: a pretty girl with bouffont hair - Journey - May 23, 2025
Journey snickered when Bushtit called her a big girl — for she was not a girl any longer and has never been big — but made no protest. The boy suddenly seemed intent on escaping, which made perfect sense to the traveler.
"Be safe out there, young man!" she called after him, still feeling quite merry despite the abruptness with which her company departed.
She set her sights on the direction he'd indicated and set off for padre's pack.