Ipiktok ran across Teekon’s vast mountains and valleys. He stopped only where instructed, for he knew Forneskja would send its own messengers to deliver news of Callyope and Solharr’s wedding. Perhaps this is why he hurried so – to best the other village’s envoys as if it were a race.
The harsh weather and long miles quickly whittled away whatever bulk his frame had collected. Soon, it would be time to return to the spine to rest and refuel… but not before stopping at the village known as Sapphique.
He had never traveled so far up the coast before, but the brine air and crashing waves reminded him of Moontide.
Once he reached the borders, Ipiktok sang to the sky – a message to greet whoever called this pack home.
The harsh weather and long miles quickly whittled away whatever bulk his frame had collected. Soon, it would be time to return to the spine to rest and refuel… but not before stopping at the village known as Sapphique.
He had never traveled so far up the coast before, but the brine air and crashing waves reminded him of Moontide.
Once he reached the borders, Ipiktok sang to the sky – a message to greet whoever called this pack home.
The howl wasn’t familiar. A newcomer, possibly. At a very inopportune time.
The old wolf saw Mireille leaving earlier in the day. And he wasn’t sure where the pups were at. Everything had been so eerily quiet. Sobeille, Phobos, and now Val. Everyone had lost someone. No one wanted to talk about it. Pepper didn’t want to talk about it, either.
He managed to find his paws, though the sudden change from standing up made his head spin. He’d been laying down for a long time. Long enough to see the sun set and rise once more. He needed to move.
So with a half-hearted stretch, he sauntered to the border. He no longer cared about upholding an intimidating image. He was falling apart both emotionally and visibly.
The wolf who called was young, carried an air of enthusiasm that seemed entirely foreign to Pepper now.
He took his time walking closer to the wolf, even after sighting him, and upon reaching him, he sat.
“Mornin’,” he offered. Was it?
“I’m Pepper of Sapphique.” He stated.
It was his turn, he figured.
The old wolf saw Mireille leaving earlier in the day. And he wasn’t sure where the pups were at. Everything had been so eerily quiet. Sobeille, Phobos, and now Val. Everyone had lost someone. No one wanted to talk about it. Pepper didn’t want to talk about it, either.
He managed to find his paws, though the sudden change from standing up made his head spin. He’d been laying down for a long time. Long enough to see the sun set and rise once more. He needed to move.
So with a half-hearted stretch, he sauntered to the border. He no longer cared about upholding an intimidating image. He was falling apart both emotionally and visibly.
The wolf who called was young, carried an air of enthusiasm that seemed entirely foreign to Pepper now.
He took his time walking closer to the wolf, even after sighting him, and upon reaching him, he sat.
“Mornin’,” he offered. Was it?
“I’m Pepper of Sapphique.” He stated.
It was his turn, he figured.
January 04, 2025, 12:56 PM
The amazonians of Sapphique were well known to Moonglow. The beauty of the saltwolves was whispered throughout the village… so, you could imagine Ipiktok’s disappointment when a woman did not greet him, but an old, overweight man.
He looked around, confused, as if to intone, do I have the right address?
I’m Pepper of Sapphique.
Ah. So this was the place.
Ipiktok cleared his throat to right his mind. “My name is Ipiktok Nuiruk and I am here as an envoy on behalf of Sunman Aiolos and Moonwoman Kukutux. Are your leaders available to speak?” he asked.
He looked around, confused, as if to intone, do I have the right address?
I’m Pepper of Sapphique.
Ah. So this was the place.
Ipiktok cleared his throat to right his mind. “My name is Ipiktok Nuiruk and I am here as an envoy on behalf of Sunman Aiolos and Moonwoman Kukutux. Are your leaders available to speak?” he asked.
January 04, 2025, 04:43 PM
It all just sounded like words. Names to wolves he didn’t know.
”Yer more ‘n welcome to wait on ‘em here. Not sure where they’re at.”
If they’d heard the call, they would come.
”Otherwise I can take a message.”
But he would need to hear those names again, because wuff. In one ear, out the other.
”Yer more ‘n welcome to wait on ‘em here. Not sure where they’re at.”
If they’d heard the call, they would come.
”Otherwise I can take a message.”
But he would need to hear those names again, because wuff. In one ear, out the other.
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