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Paying a Social Call - Barrett - December 01, 2025
Short starter, sorry!
Barrett led @Ravah from Killdeer Rest to Bitterroot Valley in under an hour, an easy silence settled between them as they approached the hearth of Great Sky. Before passing through, though, Barrett paused, indicating with a flick of his tail for Ravah to pause as well.
Wanna let 'im know we're here 'fore wanderin' right in,he hummed, tilting his head back to release a summons for @Sega, their band-chief.
Now, they would wait, though Barrett would draw himself just a few pawsteps closer to the valley, as if he could draw Sega towards him with just his mind, if he really thought about it. He rolled his shoulders back and found seating upon the earth, gesturing with his tail for Ravah to join him.
RE: Paying a Social Call - Ravah - December 01, 2025
it is so surreal.
when the asheer of big sky had been set upon by murderers and killers, those barbarians from the rival clan, she had thought she would never see those she cared for again. ayovi had been swept away, ravah useless to follow her.
and covah? he had left before the doom. did he even know, ravah wonders. and at the thought of having to break tearful news to him, her ears pull away, a grimace tightening at the lips of the pretty woman.
the man, callahan, halts her. and it is with indignation does the woman listen, silver pools of moonlight sweeping low through the valley ahead.
she waits.
she waits for covah—or sega, if that is who he had become.
RE: Paying a Social Call - Sega - December 02, 2025
sega came at the summons at a steady trot, expecting callahan, expecting news of the morning or a request for work. but the moment he stepped into view, his breath hitched— a small, sharp thing in the back of his throat.
the scent struck him first.
then the shape.
then the eyes.
ravah.
for a heartbeat, he stood still as a stone. the maple light caught along his pale coat, his jaw tightening, ears angling forward as if the whole valley tilted beneath him.
he had not smelled big sky on another wolf in many seasons.
boyhood warmth. boyhood ache. a small, foolish thing he had once held for her flickered and died in the same breath, replaced by something deeper— recognition. belonging.
he stepped closer, slow, careful, as though she might vanish if he moved too fast.
ravah,he said, voice low, steady despite the shock pulsing under it.
his gaze softened, the weight of old home settling behind his eyes.
you're here.
finally, words spoken in his own tongue.
RE: Paying a Social Call - Barrett - December 02, 2025
Sega came steadily. Clearly hadn't expected this, and so Barrett gave a wordless nod once it was clear that there truly was a connection between these two, and ultimately ended up taking up the sidelines of the conversation.
Words that he couldn't understand slipped from Sega's mouth. The outlaw came to realise that the way their tongues moved must have come from somewhere, and, considering they were so very similar in the first place, it made sense that they'd share an odd, unfamiliar tongue, too. Barrett gazed carefully from his leader to Ravah, saying nothing. Doing nothing.
An anchor, a just in case, though he would not encroach for too long, should Sega shoo him away. There was quite clearly a spark of something old, of something young between the two that he would have to be either dumb or blind to not notice. He fought the curiosity that attempted to rise up his features, rather remaining stone-faced in this moment. A familiar task.
Must he leave, he would wait to be excused, and then he would make quick work of his departure—only if it was a necessary thing. He was more than happy to supervise this lil' playdate going on.
RE: Paying a Social Call - Ravah - December 02, 2025
ravah had known. of course, she had known! but seeing him here, before her very eyes, it only confirms the truth. what she had felt to be true in her heart:
he is alive. and it is him.
here.
the way her tail pitches upwards, not in any display of dominance but rather joy, is immediate. a lashing back and forth, smacking any and all who may get in its way as she rushes forwards for him. her laughter lilting softly, much like the smell of dandelions in spring; refreshing, airy, joyous.
covah,her voice is practically of song, with agile legs of a muscled huntress reaching to pull him into a hug as she sits before him. sending powered snow into pursuit with her furious tail.
you have grown.ravah whispers to him, in their tongue, almost in awe. standing to take a step away from him so she might look upon him now with full, silver eyes; from broad shoulders that have been muscled and matured, to the dominance in which he carries himself. it is so unlike the boy who had left big sky, and more like the strong hunters of their people.
ha! it is funny to think that perhaps, if things had never changed, covah might be one of the men her father wished her to wed.
and tell me, ox-dung. what is this sega name i keep hearing?she asks with a nip upon his cheek fur, brows furrowing playfully upon her soft features.
and you! a band chief? your uncle—she pauses. and it is clear: the hesitation to speak, and the quiet shift of her eyes. she fights the frown that wishes so desperately to come. his uncle, ravah practically deflates in thought of the old chieftain.
he would be... proud.she says.
of you. as i am.
with that, her head turns. over her shoulder, she glimpses back at the dark-furred hunter. a hesitating smile, but then she nudges at sega's chin with her nose, gesturing to the man.
your... hunter. he bring me.ravah says.
maybe chief do—a pause, as she searches for the words,
thanking him. very rude.
a mischievous glint, then, in her eyes. and relief. if sega thought she would stop teasing him because he was chieftain now, well, he was soon to find out the bitter truth!
RE: Paying a Social Call - Sega - December 02, 2025
sega froze as she rushed him, the sound of her laughter striking straight into a place he thought long buried. when she threw her paws around him, he leaned in without thinking, breathing her in — dandelion, snow, home.
ravah,he murmured in their tongue, rough with disbelief.
you live. you're here.
her praise, her teasing, her touch— all of it crashed into him like spring melt. but when she spoke that old name, covah, something sharpened. he drew back just enough to meet her eyes.
covah is dead,he told her quietly in the language of big sky.
he was only a boy.
a breath.
i am sega tuhut now.
she spoke of his uncle and pride, and his throat tightened. he bowed his head once, deeply, in the way of their people.
he walks with the snow-spirits,he said.
i hope he sees.
then, to her last teasing bite, a soft huff— almost a laugh.
a smirk tugged at his scar.
you still talk too much.
her teasing nip only made it widen.
at her gesture toward callahan, sega turned, golden eyes softening with a gratitude he rarely let show. he dipped his head to the dark male, a gesture of acknowledgment, of thanks.
he good hunter. good brother.he told ravah.
bring you safe. i owe him.
then he looked back to her, gaze warming despite the shock still settling in his bones.
you stay,sega said, voice thickening with something unspoken— relief, maybe. belonging?
great sky your home now.
and under his breath, meant for ravah,
never thought see you again.
only then did he turn, including callahan with a switch into broken common, his voice carrying the weight of welcome.
RE: Paying a Social Call - Barrett - December 03, 2025
Thanking him. Barrett shook his head, a light chuckle leaving his lips.
Ain't no need,he said, directed towards the pair of him. Barret stood, now. Yet to take his leave, but, silently sharing that he was free to go, if they so wished for such privacy.
Just doin' my job,came humblest tone.
He could see it, in the air shared between them, the past that they seemingly held together, that there was much to be said. To be shown. To be told. And so Barrett gave a nod to the band-chief, giving a low chuff, before ultimately turning away. Lumberin' off towards his warm, pelt-lined den.
— exit Barrett!
RE: Paying a Social Call - Ravah - December 04, 2025
when she smiles, it brings her eyes to a crease; soft face looking to his. to see how he has grown. a matured face, handsome in a way ravah would not admit, and scarred. broad shoulders and a strong flank. muscled legs, strong and she was sure, by now, had seen plenty of good hunts.
of course,ravah exhales, a relief breathing of her when covah—no, sega, insists that she stay. reaching again for him, this time to press her cold winter nose up upon his cheek.
her heart blooms with joy. joy to be near him again, one of her most beloved friends from childhood. she says:
you show me all?both a demand, and a question, as teasing silver eyes burn upon his.
look how strong,ravah pulls away again, to let her gaze drop upon him one last time.
sega tuhut.his name upon her tongue, whether it is covah or sega, blossoms with kindred warmth. a knowing, shared between only them.
i seek ayovi,she begins, turning her nose in the direction of nova peak in the far distance,
there. but she gone.she is sure sega knows.
ravah missed her. truthfully, she had always chosen sega’s cousin over sega himself—but only because they were both girls. it was easier that way. safer. boys and girls were not meant to be close, not as friends. that was not their purpose, together.
RE: Paying a Social Call - Sega - December 04, 2025
her request earned a small nod, a low hum.
i show,he said simply.
all you want.
but when she spoke ayovi’s name, his gaze shifted toward the far peaks, something knowing passing through his eyes. he clicked his tongue softly.
aye,he murmured.
i know. she go with husband. disappear.
a faint shrug of one shoulder—accepting, resigned.
she strong woman. make new path.
he looked back to ravah then, a small crease of fondness warming his scarred features.
you stay first,he added, softer.
rest. then i show land.