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A yearling is the first to answer the call, parting through upland with intricate uncertainty upon a darkened face.
“Íkaros?” the name spikes, calling into equal question his presence here. But before she can press further, Gunnar emerges from the haze, and shortly following him, Taktuq. Her tail gives grateful sway for the leaders of their pack, ears flattening and tail lowered but whipping quickly in reverent display, returning Gunnar’s nudge with a doting head-butt and a vying whine.
Wild and bright-eyed next comes Skáld. She resists springing to her feet, opting instead to follow his ascent to watch as he makes rounds to each of the pack wolves to bestow little affectionate touches. An endearing kiss is placed upon the colt’s honeyed temple as he settles in beside her.
Together they stand. From various odds and ends. Not a one linked by blood. But luminous, determined, and maybe a little ruthless too- all that it takes to carve a life in these wilds. Her chest swells fondly for this chosen family.
Towards Taktuq's inquest her eyes light.
“The elk herds have returned to the valley for the Summer season. I propose a hunt! Perhaps if our aim is true and our marksmen quick, our bounty will be plentiful enough to invite allies to dine with us. Riverclan and Swiftcurrent Creek. A solstice celebration to share with the whole of the valley.” Her voice grows to a reedy bell, tail goading in eager beat behind her. Suddenly gone are pretenses of formality.
Here is wolf: the hunter as willful and free as intended, and who shall join in their run?
A yearling is the first to answer the call, parting through upland with intricate uncertainty upon a darkened face.
“Íkaros?” the name spikes, calling into equal question his presence here. But before she can press further, Gunnar emerges from the haze, and shortly following him, Taktuq. Her tail gives grateful sway for the leaders of their pack, ears flattening and tail lowered but whipping quickly in reverent display, returning Gunnar’s nudge with a doting head-butt and a vying whine.
Wild and bright-eyed next comes Skáld. She resists springing to her feet, opting instead to follow his ascent to watch as he makes rounds to each of the pack wolves to bestow little affectionate touches. An endearing kiss is placed upon the colt’s honeyed temple as he settles in beside her.
Together they stand. From various odds and ends. Not a one linked by blood. But luminous, determined, and maybe a little ruthless too- all that it takes to carve a life in these wilds. Her chest swells fondly for this chosen family.
Towards Taktuq's inquest her eyes light.
“The elk herds have returned to the valley for the Summer season. I propose a hunt! Perhaps if our aim is true and our marksmen quick, our bounty will be plentiful enough to invite allies to dine with us. Riverclan and Swiftcurrent Creek. A solstice celebration to share with the whole of the valley.” Her voice grows to a reedy bell, tail goading in eager beat behind her. Suddenly gone are pretenses of formality.
Here is wolf: the hunter as willful and free as intended, and who shall join in their run?
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RE: Dögun - by Tauris - May 18, 2023, 01:22 AM