She followed the tributary north, the pelt across her shoulders giving her some paltry warmth. The plume of her tail behind her at least shielded her back end, she did not wish to know what those without a tail felt.
It was dawn now, the spindly fingers of light on the distant horizon kissing her form and turning it copper. The pastel colors reflected in the drifts of snow, in the ice that clustered the banks of the tributary she followed.
Faun ducked her nose down to observe the water, knowing in her heart that it would probably freeze by the time daylight arrived. It had only been broken by the recent passage of animals, seeking water. The girl raised her delicate head, weaving through a cluster of cattails. She would just move until she felt she could stop, a walk did the body good. Even if it was so early, when most normal wolves would be curled up warm in their beds.
It was dawn now, the spindly fingers of light on the distant horizon kissing her form and turning it copper. The pastel colors reflected in the drifts of snow, in the ice that clustered the banks of the tributary she followed.
Faun ducked her nose down to observe the water, knowing in her heart that it would probably freeze by the time daylight arrived. It had only been broken by the recent passage of animals, seeking water. The girl raised her delicate head, weaving through a cluster of cattails. She would just move until she felt she could stop, a walk did the body good. Even if it was so early, when most normal wolves would be curled up warm in their beds.
Doedapple speaks both French and English, though she prefers English
January 11, 2023, 03:04 PM
The white northerner had begun scouting for word of the miscreants on their doorstep, but Akavir couldn’t sit idly by. Granted, his time had been consumed with Jakoul, and as much as he was unwilling to leave the she-wolf in the throes of her season, he considered their borders would be safe from any outside rogue male looking to sneak past.
The chilled winter held his focus now—pale gold eyes roving across the clear lands before him—all white, spare for a figure of red, impossible to miss. The sun had just barely begun to rise—painting itself pale orange and pink in the sky. The girl seemed unassuming enough—delicate, even and not the kind of company he would expect from the troublesome group that was allegedly nearby.
The chilled winter held his focus now—pale gold eyes roving across the clear lands before him—all white, spare for a figure of red, impossible to miss. The sun had just barely begun to rise—painting itself pale orange and pink in the sky. The girl seemed unassuming enough—delicate, even and not the kind of company he would expect from the troublesome group that was allegedly nearby.
January 12, 2023, 02:26 PM
The approaching stranger didn’t chill Faun to the bone, she was surprised to find, so she greeted him with a warm little smile, tail stirring to give a simple two beat wag.
Good morning!She called, ears cupped forward to listen for any return phrases.
Doedapple speaks both French and English, though she prefers English
January 15, 2023, 05:01 PM
Draped in a pelt, Akavir studied the woman for a moment, at least until she spoke. The friendly demeanor was a welcome sight, surely—and vaguely, he believed she carried the same scent of Silvertongue—Riverclan.
“Morning,” he offered, his tone gruff in comparison to her own vocals. And then he became excessively awkward—because he was the farthest thing from a diplomat he could think of. “You’re from Riverclan, yeah?”
“Morning,” he offered, his tone gruff in comparison to her own vocals. And then he became excessively awkward—because he was the farthest thing from a diplomat he could think of. “You’re from Riverclan, yeah?”
February 01, 2023, 05:38 PM
The girl smiled, tail wagging back and forth as the man greeted her.
Yes, I am! I am Faun, an herbalist.She greeted, taking a step away from the river to get a bit closer to the man, just to hear him better.
And you?
Doedapple speaks both French and English, though she prefers English
February 01, 2023, 05:51 PM
“Akavir,” he offered, as she moved closer, eyes sweeping over the lissome creature. She seemed the embodiment of serenity—whimsical in voice and motion. “Of Swiftcurrent Creek.”
He paused, nose lifting to trace the air of her scent. “What does a herbalist do?” Truly--the smallest conversation starter, Akavir regarded her, wondering how such a sardonic firecracker such as Silvertongue wound up with some of the most subdued and peaceful wolves he had ever met.
He paused, nose lifting to trace the air of her scent. “What does a herbalist do?” Truly--the smallest conversation starter, Akavir regarded her, wondering how such a sardonic firecracker such as Silvertongue wound up with some of the most subdued and peaceful wolves he had ever met.
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