Ouroboros Spine blizzard

whenever! can also be AW <3

daytime drizzling found firegirl with pappous @Aiolos. where he went, she followed; what he did, she copied. despite her silence akmaaksi was eager to fill herself with learning.

her ears flicked at the rain. akmaaksi carefully put her paws into the marks left behind by her grandfather, wondering if her own feet would ever be so large.

His granddaughter, silvery and blanketed in soft red, followed each step he took and mimicked all he did. He walked the worn paths of their lands borders, sticking to the forestry of the Coppice in the gentle rain. 

He lifted his head and sniffed the fresh rain. So did she. He ran the length of his coat on a tree and quivered at the good scratch. So did she. He lifted a leg to pee on a tree. Would she stumble in attempting to do the same? 

A wiry smile was on the graying muzzle of Sunman and he chuckles. You may make a fine Guardian one day, Akmaaksi.

she tried it!

here she was not embarrassed; she hummed a small little laugh and glanced toward grandfather.

a guardian.

she straightened and stepped to his side again, indicating that there were birds in the nearby treeline with a tilt of her head. would he chase them?

Birds! Who said they could rooster in that tree! Aiolos stood firm, his tail flagging up and stiff and he woofs a low 'warning' before charging, snarling and barking out at the birds who fluttered off in a complete panic of WTF WAS GOING ON!?! 

Good for running off. Not so good for catching. He says with a half laugh, half pant. Do you know there are wolves who profession in hunting bird? I can't imagine being so swift and limber.

she shook her head; she could not imagine it either.

but it had been funny to see pappous running. he was impressive and full of a strongness to which akmaaksi might only aspire.

she ran at one which had not gone far, snapping her teeth in imitation of her grandfather's proud stride.

The Sunman smiles, taking long strides after his granddaughter and then continued on after along the path the guardians walked. He was happy here, to watch his grandpup scamper about, following along her grandsire's footsteps. Yet there was sadness behind his gaze in the knowing that it was not her mother which raised her. So many which would grow without their mothers.

anaa's face flitted in and out of her mind as she followed the fiery patriarch who ruled alongside grandmother.

the tightknit nature of her family insulated her in many ways from the pain of loss which ran like rivers through her heart.

eventually she ran ahead of him, her face alight with a small show of joy.