Silver Creek Enfin je saurais où je vais

AW rosings wolves? <3

She had found the calmest spot of the creek, where the water was not too shallow, not too deep, but flowed gently, rippling softly as her small paws disturbed the surface. It would never match her favoured ocean, the great waves and storms from the sky, but alas it was the closest she could find, and she would take it with gratitude. The water was cool against her body as the sea nymph slipped into the icy rivulets, eyes closing with glee despite the cold; the chill didn't bother her. She had found a spot near the creek where the sun shone warmest in the afternoons even when it was a chilled day, and she had no doubts that her pelt would dry with a little time (especially if she preened it and encouraged the process).

It was the fish that caught her watery gaze, though, as she watched the surface of the creek glisten. They shimmered beneath, dancing and swirling, little flashes of silver; for a moment the sylph let them be, simply observing as they moved in sync, as though twirling to the very sound of their own heartbeats, all connected, all one. It was one of the beauties of life, Faeryn supposed. 

Then her agile body lunged forward, muzzle plunging into the depths - any who watched would be able to see that she had been well trained for this, well adapted to life on an island where fish was most plentiful. The Renoda was a swift mover, and when she retracted her jaws from the rippling liquid there was a limp body of a fish hanging from betwixt her fangs. She could taste it on her tongue, and the texture made her smile warmly with the success of the catch.

She would always be a seawolf at heart.

When she found paw prints marking the dusting of snow that had settled on the ground that morning, she followed them toward the sound of moving water. Quicksilver's orchid gaze lingered on the tracks, curious to know who'd made them and hoping they belonged to an Odolf wolfess.

Pausing among the foliage at a steel-furred figure by the creek up ahead, the sterling yearling lifted her ears and observed the other female quietly. Quicksilver recognised her from the womens' gathering some days before, though did not recall if she'd shared her name. 

The grey she-wolf pressed onward, striding into the shallows before striking at something in the water. Quicksilver stepped closer then, venturing from between the trees and into the open, to flick her ashy tail in gentle greeting. "Impressive," was the compliment she gave, halting to offer the warmest of smiles. While it wasn't expected of the Rosings females to provide like the boys did, surely it didn't mean they had to entirely ignore one's natural instinct to hunt? She continued, her tone hushed this time: "perhaps you could teach me sometime?"

She was beginning to wade back toward to the side of the creek to deposit her catch when she caught sight of the other woman. She could not recall a name, but her presence was mildly familiar from Addison's meeting. Faeryn stilled for a moment, blue fur swimming around her, pondering something unknown before acknowledging the silver she-wolf's words and giving a small nod accompanied by a growing smile. "Of course, I would be more than happy to." Gentle words flooded from her lips. The sea nymph was pleased to cast aside the need to lie aside for now, and she relished in the feelings of normality while they lasted; she had little clue what to expect in any other moment.

The gem resumed her wade back to stable ground and pulled herself free from the water's icy grip, stopping to shake her pelt and release some of the liquid trapped between her soft hairs (ensuring she was far enough away from the rosings wolfess). Oceanic gaze settled on the silver woman before her, finally approaching, though only with warmth was she regarded. Faeryn had nothing against the women, who seemed only mislead - they missed their true potential, the abilities that they believed out of their reach. If only she could show them.

"My name is Faeryn, but you can call me Fae if you want, or anything else that suits you."

WC: 546
-Just a cameo, Oryx will be in and out in this one post.-

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Oryx, abiding by the laws that had been set before her, had set out to find as many helpful herbs as she could before the ground froze. Of course, all things with leaves were more or less useless by this point, as they had withered away before she’d had the time to properly dry them out and store them, but tubers and roots were still useful. Along the creek, the vegetation was in excellent condition, so she had managed to find herself several helpful herbs and dig them up, but now came the precarious predicament of carrying them back to the cache which she had dug...And she didn’t want to linger too near the borders, lest the males think she might have been wanting to leave or perform a patrol- and neither would be good.

Opening her mouth as wide as she could, she did her best to pick up the pile of roots she’d gathered, but had to try several times to get them all clutched inside her mouth, and kept there while she walked. Naturally, she had a flowy gait that allowed her to carry her herbs carefully, but that didn’t make her jaw hurt any less. By the time she had travelled for fifteen minutes, her jaw had begun to ache and by half an hour, she’d begun to feel tears stinging at the corners of her eyes. She put the herbs down and gave her jaw a break, working it so that the muscles didn’t clamp up, before she reluctantly went after the herbs again, gathering them back into her mouth and continuing along on her way.

As she did so, she heard a loud splash, followed by a female voice...Wondering what could have been the matter, she was drawn toward the creek to see what had transpired- and saw the beautiful, blue-eyed female with a fish that she had caught, and with her was the female with the ashen pelt, and eerie but beautiful light gaze. She recognized the both of them, but was somewhat horrified to see that Faeryn had been fishing...Hunting was for the males. Fortunately, with her mouth stretched wide and full of herbs, her face was more or less devoid of facial expression as she couldn’t have tweaked her lips in one direction or another if she had tried.

She did her best to smile with her eyes at the two females- but the pain in her jaw had begun to creep in again, so she excused herself with a low bow of her head and a wave of her tail. Silently, she retreated into the wilderness, hastening her step so that she could finally deposit her herbs safely and give her tired, sore jaws a rest from carrying them...But part of her also wanted to get as far away from Faeryn as possible, so she did not get punished for her sister’s behavior. Quicksilver too could get herself in trouble if she was seen fraternizing with a female who had been caught fishing. Oryx would not be the one to inform the males, or even Addison. This would be a secret she kept, but she would do her best to avoid getting caught with the females who defied the order of Rosings.

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