June 08, 2022, 02:07 PM
Chacal’s cravings for seafood grew with each day, and she felt grateful she’d made the choice to dig her whelping den not too far from the tunnel that led through the cliffs and down to the beach. Hunting became more and more uncomfortable as her belly grew, so she settled for scavenging the beach happily.
She emerged from the shadow and stepped out onto the sand, pausing for a moment to stretch. Her paws left deep imprints in the soft grains of sand, and she chuckled as she pushed herself back up into a standing position. With her belly round like this, she was not so nimble anymore.
She blinked, and scanned the area, taking note of the figure down the beach who had set something down on the sand. This was the new addition, the male her mother had allowed into the pack. He’d brought gifts for the children, and seemed to be keeping himself busy.
Naturally, Chacal felt she should know him better, though her stomach rumbled and complained in hunger. Maybe she could convince him to scavenge with her- two pairs of eyes were better than one, so she made her way toward him. Once she caught sight of the rabbit’s pelt, a thing he seemed to use often to carry other things, her curiosity was piqued.
”What ‘ave you got dere?” chimed the woman pleasantly.
She emerged from the shadow and stepped out onto the sand, pausing for a moment to stretch. Her paws left deep imprints in the soft grains of sand, and she chuckled as she pushed herself back up into a standing position. With her belly round like this, she was not so nimble anymore.
She blinked, and scanned the area, taking note of the figure down the beach who had set something down on the sand. This was the new addition, the male her mother had allowed into the pack. He’d brought gifts for the children, and seemed to be keeping himself busy.
Naturally, Chacal felt she should know him better, though her stomach rumbled and complained in hunger. Maybe she could convince him to scavenge with her- two pairs of eyes were better than one, so she made her way toward him. Once she caught sight of the rabbit’s pelt, a thing he seemed to use often to carry other things, her curiosity was piqued.
”What ‘ave you got dere?” chimed the woman pleasantly.
It can be assumed that if Chacal is speaking, she will be singing. Her speaking patterns will always have a melodic quality to them.
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Of plants old and new - by Gunnar - June 08, 2022, 06:29 AM
RE: Of plants old and new - by Chacal - June 08, 2022, 02:07 PM
RE: Of plants old and new - by Gunnar - June 08, 2022, 05:08 PM
RE: Of plants old and new - by Chacal - July 07, 2022, 12:45 PM
RE: Of plants old and new - by Gunnar - July 07, 2022, 05:19 PM
RE: Of plants old and new - by Chacal - September 01, 2022, 11:38 AM