Sawtooth Spire I'm not the one to normally play the fool
All Welcome  March 02, 2020, 01:26 AM
Wylla
Sagtannet
Eisen*
Backdated to roughly Feb 24th. @Quellcrist or @Ainhoa re: this would be awesome! Also referencing the current territory event.

When a huge clump of snow fell from an Engelmann spruce surrounding her chosen clearing and practically buried Wylla, she made the impulse decision to abandon the den she'd dug there. It felt bad to leave behind her progress, but it was par for the course. It wasn't like she was the most proactive of wolves, so the fact she'd dug a den already was impressive. Flying by the seat of her pants and doing things last minute was more her style when it came to being responsible.

She was surprisingly even-tempered as she weaved through the forest and headed for the mountains. A recent meal was to thank for that. She dipped and bobbed her muzzle here and there, sniffing at ground and sky alike for anything promising: stale cave air on the wind, running water, fresh dirt. Anything that could be turned into a suitable whelping den, preferably not one surrounded by trees to dump boatloads of snow on her vulnerable pups.

It would've made her laugh hysterically if it happened to Tiercel, but with her second litter, Wylla was more mature, more prepared, and more fiercely protective.
March 02, 2020, 09:03 AM
Ainhoa
Approved Members

Ainhoa's movements were smooth as she graced the snowy slopes. She'd been able to build a small cache and filled it with whatever herbs she could find. Mint seemed to be the most common commodity, but she would never complain.

In the distance, she could make out the heavily pregnant frame of their female Eisen. She lowered herself in slight submission and made her approach, content to go ignored if Wylla so pleased.
March 02, 2020, 09:48 AM
Quellcrist
Sagtannet
Klinge
"Yeah, well," Quell yelled as she reared against a tree, watching the squirrel scurry out of reach, "your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries!" She barked a few times for good measure, then pushed off the trunk and resumed all fours. Before trotting away to try her luck elsewhere, Q threw over her shoulder, "I fart in your general direction!"

Some time later (after a second failed hunt attempt), she found herself at what she'd come to think of as "Wylla's Puppy Pad." Although she only ever saw Ainhoa in passing, really, the two of them had really bedazzled the place. Soon it would be time to present it to the Eisen. As Q stepped inside and flopped down on the pile of soft skins on the cave's floor, she found herself hoping Wylla would reject is so she could claim it instead. She would share with Ainhoa, of course, who seemed like she would make a clean, quiet roommate.

You guys can skip me until they (presumably) come to the den, just give me a tap! :)

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March 14, 2020, 08:38 AM
Wylla
Sagtannet
Eisen*
Wylla's focus was singularly on finding a den up until the point that Ainhoa's scent wafted over her nose. She recalled that the woman was an aspiring midwife. While the highly private Eisen still had no intention of allowing Ainhoa anywhere near her when she gave birth, she was selfish enough to hope the other pregnant wolves in Sagtannet would, if only so Mahler would not be there to fawn over the cubs. She was already of the mind that hers deserved his attention more.

So she angled her course toward the crouched dove, quirking her lip slightly in approval. How's your midwifing going? It was a little bit of a joke, since Wylla was uneducated in the ways of the midwife. She truly didn't know a single thing about it and wrongly assumed they were only useful at the moment of birth. Her yellow eyes roved over Ainhoa for a moment before bouncing to the mountains, scouring for any little sign of a dark cave entrance or anything that might serve her purpose, only to return fruitlessly to the Ende.
March 23, 2020, 11:21 AM
Quellcrist
Sagtannet
Klinge
Feeling immensely comfortable and at home in the by now familiar den, Quell rolled onto her side, then her back, idly kicking her legs in the air as she stared up at the ceiling. Maybe if I piss on the rug, she won't want it, she thought to herself, snickering under her breath before rolling over onto her other side. She sprawled for a moment before righting herself and heaving back onto all fours.

She padded out of the den's mouth and stilled. Before Q could contemplate where to go and what to do next, a melting heap of snow suddenly detached from the rocks above the entrance, victim to gravity. It plopped unceremoniously on the yearling's head, cold and very wet. Quell shuddered and sat down, letting the chilly ice slide down her back even as she cried out to no one, "I've been hit!"

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