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that's the way I remember her best - Balarina - May 29, 2025
Accompanied by Journey! @Sari also welcome to accompany them.
Balarina had found Journey in something of a snit, her scent subtly changed from their last meeting. This worried her only briefly, before the woman ascribed the anomaly to the season.
Well, Balarina had thought, That's that.
After missing last year's heat, Journey had expressed her fear that she was now entirely barren, but it seemed that she might still have fertile years left in her. Privately, the cat wondered what that might mean for their mission — she'd never quite gotten around to memorizing the gestation period of her canine friends.
And, more importantly, she imagined it might cause them consternation here and now. Journey lifted her head to howl for an audience and then... Stood there. This had never sat well with Balarina, who preferred to see her prey before it saw her — even if she was not hunting to kill. But canine manners dictated that they not sneak up on anyone.
So she stood over the little black wolf, grumpy and just a little bit anxious.
RE: that's the way I remember her best - Sari - May 29, 2025
S'ari followed, though at a bit of a distance, taking her time enjoying the sights and sounds of the Desert. Plus, she and Journey had not really been introduced properly, yet, and the woman was in heat, something that S'ari did not much feel like getting in the middle of. Her own heat had not come yet, but this did not upset her. She had done her duty to carry on the species, and so was content to have more children or not.
When Journey howled for others, she sat down and watched, still at a distance, and hummed a little tune to herself quietly, her ears flicking back and forth to catch the smallest sound of paws in the sand.
RE: that's the way I remember her best - Soto - June 07, 2025
many come to verapaz.
but this?
soto wipes the grime from his eyes and reassesses. no, his vision held true: there was a cat, a dark inkblot of a wolf, and just on the fringes, the swiveling ears of an attentive coyote.
he contemplates howling for safiya, but that would alert company he's aware of their presence. instead, he lopes out to the open where they are, gaze mistrustful but expression one of guarded interest.
RE: that's the way I remember her best - Journey - June 08, 2025
The addition of another coyote in their party might've bothered her, once upon a time — her mother had worn the skin of one on her back, after all! But much of her prejudice had sloughed away over the years, and now she traveled with far stranger companions. In particular —
Journey touched her nose to the cat's chin as another wolf came into view. She whispered her intent to "handle" the man on her own, and Balarina lowered herself to her haunches in the brittle grass.
"Hello, there!" she called to him, dancing a few steps forward to bring herself out of the cat's shadow. "I carry a message. Will you hear me?"
She bowed low to him, tail wheeling in friendly supplication.
RE: that's the way I remember her best - Balarina - June 08, 2025
Balarina tensed at the sight of a lean, suspicious stranger. Socializing with her own kind had always been dicey business, and suspicious of all new canids, despite the way they'd demonstrated their friendliness toward each other more often than not.
One triangular ear twisted toward S'ari, but if the coyote was present, she was either too still or too distant for Balarina to hear. Perhaps that was for the best.
RE: that's the way I remember her best - Soto - June 19, 2025
skipping Harvest w/ ooc permission <3
his eye wheels from the watchful coyote in the distance to the unusual pair before him.
a wolf and a cat. he reins in the prickle of unease seeing the wolf touch the cat's chin in a gesture that he feels irreverent to the millenia wolves and cats had been at each other's throat.
was this some second coming? maybe he ought to befriend the caiman that threaten their trade routes -- perhaps this wolf is simply cleverer than them all.
or perhaps the cat is tolerant. soto's attention pulls from her reclining figure and back to the wolf.
yes.he answers, promising nothing despite the appeasement in the wolf's wheeling tail.