September 05, 2021, 10:11 AM
"Hey yourself," Ruenna murmured to Caracal, quickly licking the top of his forehead as he nudged under her chin. The boy had done a good job, despite his disinclination for the mercenary trades that he had recently begun vocalizing. Rue sympathized with him there. She had also known from the time she was Caracal's age that she was not a fighter.
The woman spoke, identifying herself as the leader of the Saints of the Dying Light. It was the first time that Ruenna had heard the full name of the pack, and it was a little cheesy. Caracal had been a clown since he was a baby, so of course he wasn't going to let that go without a snicker. Ruenna pressed her shoulder into Caracal's pointedly, and his laughter transformed into semi-convincing, hacking cough.
The Saints were the hottest topic of gossip lately, and it was only a matter of time before they showed up one way or another in the flesh. Ruenna knew that these were some of the more ill-reputed wolves in the Teekons, and she meant to keep her distance from Saints-- particularly if they went to war with Ursus, or so the rumor foretold.
Ruenna also understood that Brecheliant had had some neutral exchanges with these wolves, and even belligerent packs were not hostile one-hundred-percent of the time. Nyra went on to insist that she meant no harm, presumably aware that her reputation proceeded her.
"Red eyes?" Ruenna murmured under her breath, exchanging a quick glance with Caracal. He hadn't run in to anyone like that, right..? Surely such a child would have stuck out like a sore thumb.
Turning back to their company, Ruenna raised her voice to address Nyra. "I'm Ruenna Redfern, Sovereign and co-leader of Redhawk Caldera." She styled her introduction similarly to the Overseer, immediately identifying the practicality of her language. "Your boy isn't here. I haven't seen or heard of anyone fitting that description. I'm sorry." Her voice was sincere. She had gotten a taste of Nyra's anguish herself when Tierra had taken her walkabout last month.
Of course Nyra was in a hurry. If Alduin wasn't here, he was somewhere else, and so Nyra would wish to be as well. The last thing she needed was some other lost pup slowing her down.
"We will see the child back to Brecheliant." Was this one of Eljay's, then? He always seemed to be a bit nervous even on good days, and Ruenna imagined he must be beside himself with one of Brecheliant's most vulnerable missing in action.
The woman spoke, identifying herself as the leader of the Saints of the Dying Light. It was the first time that Ruenna had heard the full name of the pack, and it was a little cheesy. Caracal had been a clown since he was a baby, so of course he wasn't going to let that go without a snicker. Ruenna pressed her shoulder into Caracal's pointedly, and his laughter transformed into semi-convincing, hacking cough.
The Saints were the hottest topic of gossip lately, and it was only a matter of time before they showed up one way or another in the flesh. Ruenna knew that these were some of the more ill-reputed wolves in the Teekons, and she meant to keep her distance from Saints-- particularly if they went to war with Ursus, or so the rumor foretold.
Ruenna also understood that Brecheliant had had some neutral exchanges with these wolves, and even belligerent packs were not hostile one-hundred-percent of the time. Nyra went on to insist that she meant no harm, presumably aware that her reputation proceeded her.
"Red eyes?" Ruenna murmured under her breath, exchanging a quick glance with Caracal. He hadn't run in to anyone like that, right..? Surely such a child would have stuck out like a sore thumb.
Turning back to their company, Ruenna raised her voice to address Nyra. "I'm Ruenna Redfern, Sovereign and co-leader of Redhawk Caldera." She styled her introduction similarly to the Overseer, immediately identifying the practicality of her language. "Your boy isn't here. I haven't seen or heard of anyone fitting that description. I'm sorry." Her voice was sincere. She had gotten a taste of Nyra's anguish herself when Tierra had taken her walkabout last month.
Of course Nyra was in a hurry. If Alduin wasn't here, he was somewhere else, and so Nyra would wish to be as well. The last thing she needed was some other lost pup slowing her down.
"We will see the child back to Brecheliant." Was this one of Eljay's, then? He always seemed to be a bit nervous even on good days, and Ruenna imagined he must be beside himself with one of Brecheliant's most vulnerable missing in action.
Ruenna experiences chronic lower back pain as a result of an accident from over a year ago. She moves with a very obvious, heavy limp.
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We're on the frontlines - by RIP Fury - August 30, 2021, 11:16 AM
RE: We're on the frontlines - by Caracal - August 30, 2021, 11:26 AM
RE: We're on the frontlines - by RIP Fury - September 02, 2021, 01:25 PM
RE: We're on the frontlines - by Caracal - September 02, 2021, 03:12 PM
RE: We're on the frontlines - by Ruenna - September 02, 2021, 03:22 PM
RE: We're on the frontlines - by RIP Fury - September 02, 2021, 05:31 PM
RE: We're on the frontlines - by Caracal - September 02, 2021, 06:30 PM
RE: We're on the frontlines - by Ruenna - September 05, 2021, 10:11 AM
RE: We're on the frontlines - by RIP Fury - September 05, 2021, 10:53 PM
RE: We're on the frontlines - by Caracal - September 07, 2021, 01:07 PM
RE: We're on the frontlines - by Ruenna - September 08, 2021, 12:09 PM
RE: We're on the frontlines - by Caracal - September 08, 2021, 12:25 PM