Things were changing here in Moontide. It wasn't necessarily visible, but the emotions running through the pack were perceptible to the young Kitimat.
For his part, he continued working to provide for and defend his family. Fishing, hunting, patrolling—whatever it took (successful or not) he would make sure he did his part to ensure their safety and success.
Today, the boy was fishing. One of the tide pools along the shore was cool but stirring, teeming with quarry. He stood at its edge, waiting for an opportunity.
Fish were more difficult to snare than land animals, he thought. They were slippery, and retreated into a maze of shadows and deceit that those on land could not. That, plus their ability to breathe underwater. . .
His muzzle was dripping; he'd failed a few times already, but persisted.
For his part, he continued working to provide for and defend his family. Fishing, hunting, patrolling—whatever it took (successful or not) he would make sure he did his part to ensure their safety and success.
Today, the boy was fishing. One of the tide pools along the shore was cool but stirring, teeming with quarry. He stood at its edge, waiting for an opportunity.
Fish were more difficult to snare than land animals, he thought. They were slippery, and retreated into a maze of shadows and deceit that those on land could not. That, plus their ability to breathe underwater. . .
His muzzle was dripping; he'd failed a few times already, but persisted.
Yesterday, 10:28 PM
While her brood was complete, and her husband returned, Simbelmyne’s demeanour was ghostly at best. Faint smiles and kind words were given, and she tried her hardest to cherish her family now that it was complete again- but dread loomed like a never ending shadow over her- and she wasn’t sure if she should cling more tightly to what she had, or release herself from it like a kite slipping from a child’s grasp.
It was her children who pulled her from her reverie the most. The sight of Kitimat hovering near a tide pool caught her attention. His chest and face were wet, and she wondered momentarily if he’d fallen in.
Why was it that she had leapt to the assumption that he’d fallen? Why did her brain always assume the worst?
It was her children who pulled her from her reverie the most. The sight of Kitimat hovering near a tide pool caught her attention. His chest and face were wet, and she wondered momentarily if he’d fallen in.
Kitty!She called out as she approached, only to see him dunk his face into the water. Fishing- that made more sense.
Why was it that she had leapt to the assumption that he’d fallen? Why did her brain always assume the worst?
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