From the fields, he threaded his way between the quarry and the spine, sniffing around the edges of Moonglow as he did. It was a well-marked pack, but the protective mountains made it difficult to see what might be going on inside. The pack likely remained in the territory's hidden interior, for the most part.
Kindle wondered how old their children were.
Not yet ready to make introductions, become attached, and therefore lose his freedom to babysitting once more, he decided to do the full circuit. It was beautiful enough in the daylight that he did not want to travel by night for fear of missing out on some incredible sight — but as the sun set, he could not help but marvel at the beauty of this area in the moonlight. He gazed around him in quiet wonder, blinking at late-season fireflies and pouncing on field mice as they skittered from burrow to burrow.
Kindle laughed to himself, deep and huffy, feeling incredibly glad to be alive as he decided to try and catch himself a little snack. A mouse would do nothing to sate his hunger — but it sounded fun, didn't it?
Kindle wondered how old their children were.
Not yet ready to make introductions, become attached, and therefore lose his freedom to babysitting once more, he decided to do the full circuit. It was beautiful enough in the daylight that he did not want to travel by night for fear of missing out on some incredible sight — but as the sun set, he could not help but marvel at the beauty of this area in the moonlight. He gazed around him in quiet wonder, blinking at late-season fireflies and pouncing on field mice as they skittered from burrow to burrow.
Kindle laughed to himself, deep and huffy, feeling incredibly glad to be alive as he decided to try and catch himself a little snack. A mouse would do nothing to sate his hunger — but it sounded fun, didn't it?
September 24, 2025, 06:28 AM
— lonelier than a patriarch labeled liar.
the pads of his paws are split, raw, thick with salt and old blood, and still he walks. aimless. left behind by the bounds of time, forgotten by the sharp maw of a harsh father and abandoned by a weak mother. yet, he is nothing if not loyal.
carrying their name into the ash he steps upon now, even despite their foolery.
the young hunter climbs one of the long slopes with burning legs and ribs yawning wide beneath his scar-marked, tousled fur. moving with a natural ease through the rippling of silver grass stretching around him, and that chiseled head of his turns upon a swivel.
dull eyes searching, searching, still.
the pads of his paws are split, raw, thick with salt and old blood, and still he walks. aimless. left behind by the bounds of time, forgotten by the sharp maw of a harsh father and abandoned by a weak mother. yet, he is nothing if not loyal.
carrying their name into the ash he steps upon now, even despite their foolery.
the young hunter climbs one of the long slopes with burning legs and ribs yawning wide beneath his scar-marked, tousled fur. moving with a natural ease through the rippling of silver grass stretching around him, and that chiseled head of his turns upon a swivel.
dull eyes searching, searching, still.
September 24, 2025, 05:42 PM
He was distracted, digging through the grass with an idly wagging tail for a long moment after the stranger appeared. It was only after the breeze picked up that the stranger's scent reached him, and Kindle lifted his head to look around.
His gilded stare soon found the pale stranger. His black nose twitched as he lifted his muzzle higher into the breeze. It was a young wolf, not quite a yearling, entirely unfamiliar to him.
Kindle watched them, his tail still wheeling slow in a gesture of uncertain friendliness.
His gilded stare soon found the pale stranger. His black nose twitched as he lifted his muzzle higher into the breeze. It was a young wolf, not quite a yearling, entirely unfamiliar to him.
Kindle watched them, his tail still wheeling slow in a gesture of uncertain friendliness.
September 26, 2025, 05:21 PM
— sky eater’s lips curl in response.
crooked muzzle lifting from the grass where he had been nosing for nothing, dirt still clinging wet against his tongue.
scenting for the stranger, rogue male; unfamiliar, sharp with wolf but not blood he knows, not lanzadoii, not muradoii.
he fills his lungs slow, ribcage straining, and the air leaves him in a low huff, neither welcome nor warning. his ears cant forward, torn edges cutting black against the glow.
sky eater is hesitant. he isn’t friendly; he does not match the wag of the other’s tail, but neither is he unfriendly. chuffing and taking an angling step closer.
crooked muzzle lifting from the grass where he had been nosing for nothing, dirt still clinging wet against his tongue.
scenting for the stranger, rogue male; unfamiliar, sharp with wolf but not blood he knows, not lanzadoii, not muradoii.
he fills his lungs slow, ribcage straining, and the air leaves him in a low huff, neither welcome nor warning. his ears cant forward, torn edges cutting black against the glow.
sky eater is hesitant. he isn’t friendly; he does not match the wag of the other’s tail, but neither is he unfriendly. chuffing and taking an angling step closer.
who?
September 29, 2025, 01:23 PM
Friendly or unfriendly, the kid at least isn't aggressive. Not that Kindle would expect him to be, at that age. He felt wary all the same, mainly about any diseases that the stranger might be carrying — but that was no reason to be impolite.
"Kindle," he replied, as simply as the question that had been posed. He assumed that had been the question, at least. "You?" he returned, taking a few cautious steps closer.
Tattered ears. Gaunt features. The scent of blood. It all spells trouble — but it was just a kid, and Kindle couldn't bring himself to end the encounter before he'd found out if there was anything to be done for him.
"Where's your folks at?" he asked, trying first common, and then repeating the question in clumsy Northern tongue. His cousins had tried their best to teach him, but Kindle had never been one for languages — unlike his stories and gloried elder brother.
"Kindle," he replied, as simply as the question that had been posed. He assumed that had been the question, at least. "You?" he returned, taking a few cautious steps closer.
Tattered ears. Gaunt features. The scent of blood. It all spells trouble — but it was just a kid, and Kindle couldn't bring himself to end the encounter before he'd found out if there was anything to be done for him.
"Where's your folks at?" he asked, trying first common, and then repeating the question in clumsy Northern tongue. His cousins had tried their best to teach him, but Kindle had never been one for languages — unlike his stories and gloried elder brother.
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