Blacktail Deer Plateau From The Ashes

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The High Priestess began anew in her practice on the Plateau.
She found a place to make her Altar to the Gods - first placing down the gifted fawn pelt from young @Thyra before she began looking for other things to offer up to Them. 

Vaettir looked for bones and fancy rocks for the most part, but felt she would eventually seek the Keep again to begin collecting the herb stores to bring to their new claim.

The Seer wondered at @Solveig and how the Queen was faring, how Rusalka and the pups were settling in.

Vaettir hummed to herself as she moved, ears perked for noises of any kind.

He stalked his prey with the effortlessly silent tread of a tiger. One paw in front of the other, he inched forward, his bright lightening eyes fastened upon the target, watching for any sign that she might be cognizant of his approach. Amid the fallen autumn foliage, it wasn't an easy task. Bushes still had noisy, crumpled leaves that clung to them, and the grasses had yellowed, making them crunch underfoot. He tried to move from one patch of bare ground to the next as he closed in, until he felt he'd gone as far as he could. 

The rest would have to be a chase, as sabotage was not possible. 

Thus, with a high-pitched war cry the boy began to amble forward at a bouncy gallop, before skidding to stop and dropping into a playbow, inviting Vaettir to play with a cheeky snap of his jaws.

If Vaettir had been asked if she knew she was being stalked, she would have given a resounding no, in response. 

It was the high-pitched, puppy war cry that sparked her attention, ears perked and body alert, but when the boy galloped up and plopped himself into a play bow with a snap of his little teeth, the Crone smiled, knowing at once everything was fine - and wagged her tail, dropping easily into a nimble play-bow of her own with a soft whuff and gentle nip of her jaws on the empty air between them both.

Her look of surprise delighted him! How masterful of a stalker was he now- able to catch up with one of the most revered and respected wolves of the pack! She returned the gesture and he hopped from side to side eagerly, as if trying to bait her into a lunge. He could feel her breath, and the small wave of air from the snap of her jaws and growled delightfully. Taking that as permission to engage in combat, he lowered his head and bounded toward her, hoping to try and ram her chest ad he had done with his father!

The Priestess watched the young boy as he bounced side to side, delight in his features.
Pleased, she was, to see firsthand the nature of the young, once again after many years of gray adulthood. 

And Baldr was then ramming into her chest!

Vaettir let out a sharp huff with the force of his small (but very mighty!) blow, and with this she rolled onto her side, mindful of the pup between her forelimbs as she let out a play-filled growl, baring teeth harmlessly as she pawed aimlessly around Baldr's form. 

A fine young man he would be! And soon.

He chuckled and hiccoughed when he thunked his head into her brisket, not hard enough to really hurt either of them but the more he grew, and the more he tried this trick, the more he realized that perhaps using the top of his head against someone's sternum might not be the best approach. Still- it got him up close, and he whooped with joy as he was grabbed and slung sideways as Vaettir pulled him to the ground with her. 

He wriggled and writhed, growls chopped into pieces with intermittent laughter as she nipped at him here and there. He tried to chomp onto her, but found that his mouth just couldn't really open wide enough for him to get a good grip on anything but a mouthful of fur. Still- it was better than nothing, and with his mouth stuff full of her fur he growled as menacingly as he could.

Vaettir laughed openly with the child as they tussled. 
His teeth would soon enough be mighty weapons just as his bulk would be!

But for now, the boy's mouth was a bit too small for a real bite.

The Priestess all the while though would only lightly nip and growl in between laughs as she and Baldr played, her eyes bright with mirth and joy.