Panther Park windbloom

@Kukulkaan for ref/joining if you’re up for it!

It was fast Kaelan who was sprinting ahead!

Weaving through the trees, doing excited loops around them, sprinting hither and yonder and everywhere and nowhere and-!

She stopped, the trace amounts of muscle on her shoulders jiggling with the motion, sliding to a halt just before the remnants of a deer. The scent of cat laced the area, tugging her instincts, begging her take her leave. But she wasn’t listening, she was afraid. She jogged a few steps forward, tail coming up like a banner, the white tip a flag.

She clicked her teeth a few times, but there was no cat. The scent was older.

The cat had not been here in many hours. Kaelan snorted her fury at the thought.

tag for reference! <3

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@Sabah is close to them, always; but as the pair follows the scent of kaelan, ajaw commands sabah to hold back and see if any of her sisters were around the immediate area.

to kaelan, they approach.

large paws make a low thud upon the earth as they move, each step with purpose and shoulders broad and strong, as if carrying the weight of the armor ajaw was absent.

holcan, ajaw calls to her. a summons. a command.

She knows that voice just as well as she knows her own, and those of her sisters. Kaelan’s head perks, her eyes going wide and round. 

Her greeting was a formal Ajaw! followed by a series of informal sneezes and clicking teeth. It was good to see her ajaw again, the one she followed so religiously. But she had reached her quota for informality for the day, so she stood by and watched them draw closer.

There was a cat here. Gone now, and it did not leave any meat to take. She indicated to the carcass behind her, all curving ribs and strings of sinew.

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they feel a familiar warmth of relief to see her, as they felt with flecha and sabah.

kukulkaan loves each of their holcan as they can love anyone.

they trust in their individual abilities, which was why they had no issue sending them to the follow the four winds to scout individually the wilds.

each of them as capable as the other.

he is greeted by her sneezes and clicking teeth: kaelan's unique way. they approach to press their forehead to her's; the way they greet all of the holcan.

a gesture of mutual respect, of trust.

this one greets you, and before they can ask for her report she is giving it; eager.

a cat. a nearly bare carcass.

that is ok, rumbles ajaw. this one does not think it wise to aggravate the cats of these lands. for kukuklaan, sharing a birthname with the jaguar has an reverent respect for them. they were holy beasts, as the serpent.

this one has reunited with some of your sisters. one ventures to the lands beyond the suntouched peak, ajaw gestures with their muzzle. your other sister travels with this one. we have found our sacred land. a canyon of suntouched rock and sunpainted sands. despite this, water is plentiful as is prey. though ajaw had every intention of sending hunting parties out to divide resources so they did not continuously take from their canyon.

popping her in here quickly! unless addressed or she decides to act otherwise, she will be cameo throughout the remainder of the thread.

They come close to another one of her sisters. Another holcan. 

As ajaw gives his command to her, Sabah listens, soon after offering a small snort of acknowledgement and understanding.

While he would greet the arrival, she would circle and walk a bit in the opposite direction, searching. 

When it was finally determined that none else were near, the holcan returned to the pair, but kept a fair distance to allow them privacy to speak.

Her ajaw had found her sisters! At this, she couldn’t help the fullbody jitter and a quick wave of the white capped tail, the excitement wishing her to turn in quick circles like a cyclone, or a tempest whirlpool. She wanted to, but she did not.

She had the hold on her instinct. Mother had taught her that.

That is good! It brought relief to her, to know that some of her sisters had returned to the side of their ajaw. The Holcan were capable, she trusted their judgement above all else, but it was good to know.

I have a liking for this place already. Canyons are open. And Kaelan, windblown, speed loving Kaelan, could gallop to her hearts content through the great passages of canyons and never grow tired.

I will go at once, if ajaw wishes. She still itched to run, but spending time with her ajaw was never remiss, as fervently as Kaelan had always followed.

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ajaw's doe-like tail gives a pleased flick behind them, gladdened that she approves of the canyon. and before even seeing it!

this one believes you will do well there. murmurs ajaw in reference to her unparalleled speed, seen for themselves time and again. even still, it is a marvel to them.

you will know it when you see it, they assure her after offering her directions, of landmarks to look out for though easily she could follow the trail sabah and them left in their wake. the sleeping cavern is empty of pelts for now but pick your place within. feed your belly from the small food cache this one and your sister have made.

ajaw pauses. look for your sisters in the coming days.

I heed to your words, ajaw.

The formality holds for only a moment, before her tongue fell from her teeth in a goofy grin. Her tail began to do loops behind her back, rolling over and over and over with only the white tip visible in the dim.

Would you like to race back? It was a half joking suggestion, not wishing to debase her ajaw to the level of a particularly childish pup. But, Kaelan was, as she had been since she was young, a particularly fun loving and intense presence. And she sought it wherever she could find it.

Even from the god-king figurehead of her life.

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the offer to race would have been a tempting one, would ajaw be returning right away to the suntouched canyon. alas, they were not.

this one would but this one still seeks your sisters yet to be reunited, a small frown of apology.

besides, ajaw's grin turns almost boyish; a ghostly and pale imitation of the boy he was before ascension. a boy that had bled on the sacred temple floor to awaken the godblood in their veins. you would beat this one anyway. a whisper offered like a conspiracy; lighthearted.

be swift, but always, be safe holcan. we will see one another soon. with these words they gesture @Sabah nearer and if not stopped by kaelan would continue on in their search.