Firefly Glen [PHE] Skipping stone

Located between the camps of Kvarsheim, Muat-riya, and Sapphique. AW.

At some point Ujurak had lost track of Sven amongst the throng of wolves. The stone prince's heart skipped once he realized his brother's absence. His head swiveled, searching. Failing to catch his star-kissed brother within his gaze, Ujurak composed himself with a deep breath and turned back towards their own encampment. Running around like a chicken with his head cut off would serve no good, nor would it reflect well upon his packmates. No, Sven would eventually have to return to their own camp. They would meet again at some point.

He returned to the thickets surrounding Kvarsheim's camp. Exploring just a little bit, Ujurak ventured out towards the nearest waterway. Water pooled there, even through the roots of several trees. There were camps near their own, one of which carried the scent of sea salt and the other carried what he could only assume was the scent of exotic flowers. He first glanced about to be sure he wasn't in anyone's path before lowering his head to lap at the water.

drawing herself up severely, chani regarded the kvarsheim boy with a familiarity taken only from having met his brother not long before. "anot'er from de large stones?" her voice was a dry drawl; her eyes said she meant only jest.
chani's cloak had become more spiked during these interactions; she struggled beneath its invisible weight, wanting very much to be more — amiable.
he had not been in her path, but now she stepped into his. chani had fixed the ivy-crown and now it tendriled more aptly around her ears and down the sides of her face. "sven offered to show me kvarsheim," teased once she had noted how very striking his eyes were; once she needed to get away from that feeling of wanting to be known. "what do you be t'inkin' about dat?"

He sees the reflection of the autumnal girl before she speaks. He cranes his head over his shoulder to see her properly. His tongue swipes over his muzzle, water dripping from his chin, before a smile spreads across his lips.

If you are respectful of our home and those who live in it, I think there will be no problems. Ujurak's answer was honest. He sees her in the flesh now, no longer an image dancing across the water. Turquoise eyes meet the playfulness of scarlet and he stifles a flinch as his heart pangs. How the red reminded him of Astrid's eyes. Ujurak masks the unexpected hurt with a toothy grin. Although, I should know who Sven brings home as a guest, hm?

My name is Ujurak, and I see that you have already met my younger bróðir.

"ujurak. yes. sven told me your name. you an' kristjan?" she said with a lilt of question. another brother? a sister? "i be chani, of sapphique. my maman an' auntie be de leaders now."
she moved into the water, longing for the sea even as she tasted the freshness of this stream. down at her reflection she stared, paw lifting to toy with the ivy again. "do you trade, wid de ot'ers i mean?" she asked next, glancing at ujurak with an odd pulse in her wrist.

Ujurak answered with a nod, Kristjan is our bróðir too. Sadly you will not find him; he is not here with us to hunt.

Ujurak's eyes followed Chani as she moved into the water. It is good to meet you, Chani.

Sapphique. It was by the sea, yes? He shouldn't be surprised to see her by the stream then. Did she miss home? He was starting to feel a bit homesick already. Ujurak always had a soft heart for such things.

Politely, he watched the ivy crowned girl take to the water before quietly wading after her. Making sure to allow her her space. His ears piqued at her following question. Even if he entirely misunderstood it.

Kvarsheim was finding its feet, but they've got a good start. Why not start trading? It seems like many packs do and it allows for good relationships. They needed allies, did Sapphique trade too? His mind traveled to the fox furs from Eivor. He had begun to learn how to make and maintain them thanks to her. What animals did the coastal wolves find for fur? Ujurak found himself becoming excited for the answer.

Ah! We've yet to start trading with our neighboring packs, but it is something I would like to do some day. Do your maman and auntie trade—oh! Oh. Ujurak's paw lifted to knead the space between his eyes. His ears dropped, burning madly. It took several seconds before he could look at her again.

Didyou— You meant "take turns" didn't you? Perhaps they should if the pack was all he could talk about. How embarrassing.

chani stared at ujurak, not comprehending their miscommunication. "no," she began again. "i mean trade, like you said. between you an' ot'ers. for instance," she said with more antipation, "i have never been to kvarsheim. an' i do not know if you have been to de sea. so — i would bring you dried octopus meat."
settling, she adjusted her ivycrown — again! — and smiled toward him. "now you. what would you trade for octopus from sapphique?" she teased a little. "an' no. well. i have not seen dem trade. very proud."
and they did not care so much for men, save for those packborn or loyal males upon the coastal cliffs. such things had not manifested in chani as sharply as they might have; it was more a gentle assurance she bore within herself that women were superior. no need to argue her truth.
but what would her mother or auntie think of her now, speaking boldly of trade with a boy bearing pretty eyes?
what would sobeille think?
"you said you have anot'er brot'er? where did he go?"