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baby camp - Cinar - October 21, 2025
Looking for @Carolina Redhawk
It had been a while since speaking with Amalia, and Cinar was yet to make good on his offer to be more active in the Fledglings lives. However today he had made time; after finishing morning stretches with Alivia he decided he would put off the rest of his schedule to check in on the Redhawk pups.
Carrying himself at a steady trot he approached the den, a gentle "whuff" sounding out with the hopes of drawing out at least one half of the pair.
He wasn't yet sure what the plan was. He wanted to be a good teacher, but it was also important that the puppies liked him. He knew that Caroline liked to hunt, that prey drive was impossible to miss, while he often saw Lyric telling stories and dragging pack members into make believe games.
Cinar pushed out a breath. His parents had seven children to entertain at one point, he could handle one or two.
RE: baby camp - Carolina Redhawk - October 23, 2025
Caro was growing more rapidly than ever, and now stood a decent chance of catching small prey when she hunted it. It had dulled her ravenous hunger for the hunt just a little. Enough to function though the prey drive, at least. Enough that it was no longer such a hair trigger, and the appearance of a packmate did not send her into a needy stalk.
In fact, she remained sprawled in the dirt when Cinar appeared, her tail thumping the ground in friendly greeting. She didn't know him well, but no one had ever hurt her, and she had no reason to be wary of anyone who smelled like they belonged.
He was just one of her Uncles. She didn't know his name, but names were not terribly important to her.
"I am the stick queen," she told him, proving that she was white as capable of make-believe as her brother, even if it had not interested her as much when she was younger. Now that she was capable of hunting herself to boredom, her mind had expanded to include other thoughts and fancies.
And, indeed, she was lying atop a clumsily built bed of pock-marked sticks.
Caro watched her Uncle, uncertain of the game she wanted to play. Would he depose her? Or would she order him around?
RE: baby camp - Cinar - October 23, 2025
To his surprise, Carolina was already outside. There was no sign of her brother.
The stick queen?He raised a brow, smiling.
Where's your king then, yavru? This seems like quite a lot to rule alone.
Cinar found the game amusing enough to entertain it without hesitation. Besides, couldn't children learn through these things? There was no real reason to pull her away from it.
He had to admit, it was strange to see them talking. They had been old enough for a while, but when he visited it was often during a nap. His inexperience with children really did feel glaring now.
RE: baby camp - Carolina Redhawk - November 01, 2025
Uncle pointed out a flaw she'd not yet seen in her game, and she looked down at her sticks in muted horror. Where was her king? Could a stick be a king? But before she could think very hard on it, a buzzing in her ears brought her attention to something that was, seemingly, more important.
"... Caro," she corrected. Annoyed? Annoyed. Uncle should know her name. Everyone else did. "Who is Yavoo?"
Perhaps it was her king. She blinked owlishly up at Uncle, waiting for him to dispense said king.
RE: baby camp - Cinar - November 05, 2025
Cinar raised a brow.
I know your name. It's a nickname, don't you know that?
She was staring hard. Cinar was uncomfortable, like she had found a secret.
Since you don't have a king, we have to find one.He decided.
Where should we look?
He considered taking her up to the borders. It would be good practice, and he felt sure that she must have already been up there once or twice by now.
RE: baby camp - Carolina Redhawk - November 06, 2025
Carolina was still fascinated. Her nickname was Caro, she'd thought, and she wasn't sure she liked having a new one. It worried her, a little, to know that Uncle had such powers that he could just rename a wolf. Her! But despite her misgivings, she'd come to no physical harm by being renamed.
It was easily forgotten when a new quest was suggested to her.
"... under rocks?" she asked. Wait, no — that was snakes and lizards, not kings. Squirmy creatures sounded much more necessary to her, but she wanted to prove she was up for the challenge. She tried to think smart, and then answered, "Or in a desert."
That was where kings lived, right? The desert?
RE: baby camp - Cinar - November 19, 2025
Or in a desert. Cinar knew better than to think a kid who was barely speaking at the time knew anything, but it still made something ache.
You're right, they could be in deserts. We can't go that far today though.Tilting his head up to the top of the bowl, he decided to move forward with his idea.
Let's go up to the borders of your kingdom,or was it a queendom in this case?
Maybe we will see a king for you from there.
Who knows, maybe there would actually be a wolf lingering nearby - it seemed common enough these days.
RE: baby camp - Carolina Redhawk - November 19, 2025
Caro looked down at her stick pile and then skeptically back up at Uncle. He wanted her to leave it here? Where Lyric might get to it? But the idea of an adventure was too enticing. Ultimately, she bowed to Uncle's wisdom and selected her favorite stick to drag along with them.
"What's a king do?" she asked him. She knew what they were, of course, but why did she need one? What made them different from a king?
"How far is a desert?" she asked next, without giving him time to contemplate the first question.
RE: baby camp - Cinar - November 25, 2025
Far away.His answer was nearly instant.
Pushing out a breath, he began the trek to the top of the caldera.
Well, if you had a king what would you want him to do?He supposed that if it were to be her kingdom, she would decide. Besides, he doubted that Amalia and Killdeer would appreciate him pushing Siena's view of things onto their daughter.
The sun was out today, and he doubted they would need to worry about bad weather. He wouldn't want to bring Carolina home sick.
RE: baby camp - Carolina Redhawk - December 01, 2025
Caro followed quietly and obediently at Uncle's side, made docile by the hard thinking she was doing. The question he'd posed was a tricky one, because while she knew that kings ought to do important things, she was sure that she wanted to do important things, too. It was hard to decide which things she could afford to delegate and which she could withhold.
Kings seemed rather obsolete, when put in these terms. Caro assumed she must be missing something, and worked her little mind into overdrive trying to come up with a task. "Ummmm," she said, making a sound just to give herself a little more time to come up with something. Could Cinar see the smoke rising from the top of her little head?
"A king can tell bedtime stories," she said at last, because her dad was like a king, and he did that very well. Caro wasn't as good at it, and she liked to listen to them more than she liked to tell them, anyway. On that note:
"And smoosh wasps without getting stung," she declared. At least, he could smoosh them without getting her stung.
RE: baby camp - Cinar - December 03, 2025
Cinar couldn't help his chuckle as he watched Carolina think it all through. He supposed it was a hard question, one she had never considered before. Maybe that was a good thing - a sign of an independent girl.
He sounds like a dutiful king indeed.
Rising to the top of the bowl, Cinar looked over the landscape. No wolves - but he did see something better, only revealed by one hop in the grass. Shooting forward, he returned with a toad clenched softly in his jaws.
You know the story of the queen and the toad?He asked through a muffled tongue. Cinar supposed she wouldn't, given the actual story was The Princess and the Frog.