The rocky summit had kept the bard well intrigued for a number of days before he had picked his steps down the slope and into the wild flats of the world.
At once, the air was warmer, and the skies shimmered with the shine from the sun. Birds fluttered overhead, bugs chirped and peeped and played their music from the foliage, and all was pleasant. The Taggerung swayed pleasantly in his passing through the glen, watching with a lolling tongue at anything that passed him by.
There were many wolf scents in the shaded areas. He rather liked the idea that so many packs had founded homes in those lush terrains.
Spurred by a desire to find the pack called Moonglow, the Taggerung drew his gaze upward and peered squintedly at the rocks in the distance. That could very well have been the place Shikoba had spoken of.
A wag of his tail and a cheery hum, the Taggerung pressed on.
At once, the air was warmer, and the skies shimmered with the shine from the sun. Birds fluttered overhead, bugs chirped and peeped and played their music from the foliage, and all was pleasant. The Taggerung swayed pleasantly in his passing through the glen, watching with a lolling tongue at anything that passed him by.
There were many wolf scents in the shaded areas. He rather liked the idea that so many packs had founded homes in those lush terrains.
Spurred by a desire to find the pack called Moonglow, the Taggerung drew his gaze upward and peered squintedly at the rocks in the distance. That could very well have been the place Shikoba had spoken of.
A wag of his tail and a cheery hum, the Taggerung pressed on.
July 30, 2021, 02:51 PM
milk and honey, gold and cream—
what a sight he is!
do you taste as good as you look? anarkali thinks with cocked brow, a dusky sylph moving toward him, slipping through the glen. she gives a gentle, playful bark, tail whisking merrily behind her.
she steps closer, nimbly, chin lifted in question.
a wolf, but oh, such a pretty one.
what a sight he is!
do you taste as good as you look? anarkali thinks with cocked brow, a dusky sylph moving toward him, slipping through the glen. she gives a gentle, playful bark, tail whisking merrily behind her.
greeting,she purrs. her eyes are drawn to a wayward firefly, out earlier than its comrades. stays locked upon its hovering form for two pulses of light, then turns back to him, smiling.
beautiful.
she steps closer, nimbly, chin lifted in question.
you are?
a wolf, but oh, such a pretty one.
Hark!
A woman’s voice sounded, drawing his golden ears to turn toward her, followed swiftly by his glittering gaze. The Taggerung immediately found admiration in her build, borrowed from both wolf and coyote. Perhaps they would find kinship in this.
As she addressed him, the bard was touched by the compliment.
Beautiful, she had said. It only took a moment for Tagg to realize that he wasn’t certain she had been speaking about him at all. It was far more likely she was referring to the glowing sparkbugs.
A performer’s bow followed the greeting and a smile painted his features. Their conversation did not last long, though. She was off, and so was the Taggerung to greater things.
A woman’s voice sounded, drawing his golden ears to turn toward her, followed swiftly by his glittering gaze. The Taggerung immediately found admiration in her build, borrowed from both wolf and coyote. Perhaps they would find kinship in this.
As she addressed him, the bard was touched by the compliment.
Beautiful, she had said. It only took a moment for Tagg to realize that he wasn’t certain she had been speaking about him at all. It was far more likely she was referring to the glowing sparkbugs.
My dear lady, I am the Taggerung. It is a pleasure.
A performer’s bow followed the greeting and a smile painted his features. Their conversation did not last long, though. She was off, and so was the Taggerung to greater things.
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