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Oh hey :> He's not trying to hide but he's still a fair length away.
The pattern of the wolf was one well established and maintained. Anatole took his role as a scout seriously, seconding it only to his base drives and needs. One of these had woken him before dawn, a gnawing hunger that was not placated until he startled a very sluggish groundhog and made a quick meal of him. Pleased with himself and belly full, the duty of scenting and trailing the borders commenced. Green eyes carried over the terrain, noting changes when he passed them, stopping here and there to sniff at an unfamiliar scent.
One of these floated down from beyond the borders. It smelt strongly of horse, intermingled with that of a wolf. His curiosity peaked, the blackened male moved swiftly to meet it. A shadow passed overhead but he scarcely paid it mind; the eagle spirit that followed him was often silent unless he acted or thought out of turn, and her strict discipline was only aided by his willingness to meet such reinforcement. The pale footed beast slowed as he spotted the trio; a horse, a woman, and a bird. He slowed, head high and ears perked with curiosity. The only wolves he had seen keeping animals beyond those used for food or transport were the AniWayan spirit guides…and he could smell the bird as easily as he could see it.
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The bird spotted him first, moving in a manner less befitting for a crow and more for a starling or yearling sparrow. It was almost entertaining, in a way, and Anatole was amused by the behavior. The she wolf took notice of him then, and he approached her lowered form with ease. Four legged as he was, her position was yet above him—but he carried himself with the pride of rank and belonging, for these were his lands and thus put him in a position to behave as such.
He kept a safe distance from her, but extended his head to sniff and take in the scent of the woman. She was a loner, of this he was certain, and the owner of the nearby horse. The bird he paid little attention to, used to his mother’s old Guide and the behavior of that crow. Satisfied she was not an envoy of a pack, he reclined slightly. “You are close to the borders of AniWaya,” he announced, green eyes watching her face carefully. “What business do you have here?” Certainly if she was not from a pack he could discern this, but he had not encountered newcomers since his return—the war had frightened most off, he assumed.
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(330) You can edit "Leader Needed" into your title and Marit should be along shortly. :> Feel free to reply again or wait for her.
There was a sharpness to the angles of her face that made him wonder if she yet contained coyote blood, but her scent told him this was not true. Some strange breed of wolf foreign to him, who had only seen the feral dogs and arctic brethren that had been large and burly as he. Anatole was a massive animal, but one whose social skills were stunted and formed without the practical behaviors of pack creatures. Instinct allowed him to adapt, but he was still an oddity among his own Tribe. In a way, finding someone who thought of herself as odd was no surprise—they were all strange now, with a mutation driving them to change and become less like wolves every day.
He listened to her attentively, triangular ears high and posture relaxed. There was no aggression in him, for instinct did not allow him to behave in such a manner around women. Even when he had been assaulted by them, he would always choose to flee. Fast footed despite his size, he was often able to outrun his opponents. Anatole followed her mentioned companions in time, more aware of the horse than the bird; of the two it was the horse that could cause trouble.
She gave her name, and he was pleased for her purpose. They had no one to care for the animals since before the war, and while Frodo did an admirable job, he was a hunter first. “AniWaya does keep horses. We have many here; I can’t tell you much about them, I’m afraid,” he went on, and surprisingly, smiled. “I’m not much for horses. We could use someone who knows more about them,” the scout added. He lifted his head and let out a loud cry, summoning his leader.
When he had finished, he settled onto his haunches. “My name is Anatole. You may speak with my leader when she arrives of your talents…and your tribe,” he added, recalling the word mentioned.
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Ohai thar! Hover for Cherokee words translations
She was all wrapped up in her newfound pigeon friends when her ears turned at the sound of Anatole's howl. Another call for her attention. She encountered many needs for her attention every day, throughout most of the day, truly, but most often not in the form of a howl. She could tell from its distance and direction that Anatole was like near the borders, or could not be far. Clearly, this was no howl to alert her to any crisis, but she was curious nonetheless. Perhaps one of the leaders had come to see her? A trade proposal, maybe. She turned the ideas around in her mind as she trued to signal and urge the bird into hopping off of her arm and onto the ledge she kept it on. This one was the slower of the birds, and she kept it in her home to devote as much time as needed to its learning. She'd grown rather fond of it, really. Finally, it reacted to her signals and removed itself from her arm, and the giant rose swiftly and exited her house.
The walk was long, and she regretted (again) that she hadn't had the wits to tie her chosen mount up near the Town Hall. It would not win her time to go by the stables to fetch it, so instead she carried on on foot. Long brown-pelted legs carried her with strength along the well-trodden paths of her patrolling scouts, and she took the time to ponder about AniWaya's warriors while she walked. She was not satisfied with the current amount of patrollers, ever suspicious of outside threats. Finally, she spotted the form of Anatole ahead, and another figure. The stranger was easily dwarfed next to Anatole and Ulilohi, who both stood much taller than she. The Councilwoman smiled as she approached, eyeing the female's appearance curiously. "Unalihelitseti, Anatole." She greeted him formally, and nodded to the stranger as well, in greeting. Her stance clearly marked her rank, tail and ears high. "You called for my presence, Tsula Agateno?" Ocean eyes sought the stranger's eye contact then.
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Skipping Mel because I am totally rude. Powerplaying Anatole with Mel's permission. Hover for Cherokee words translations WC: 307
There was a moment to study the stranger as she awaited Anatole's response, and while the moment was short, there was so much information in just a glance. Her brain, seemingly infinitely complex, processed all information available to Ulilohi's mind just then, and more, even if she knew nothing of such workings. The councilwoman was used to seeing birds, but like Anatole she was more familiar with bird Guides than real bird companions. Her fascination was deeply rooted in her new-found enthusiasm for her own pigeons, or the tribe's pigeons, but that didn't mean she was accustomed to seeing other birds being kept as friends. The horse, she ignored. The observations took only moments to make, but they were valuable.
While the councilwoman had already anticipated the errand she had been called here for, the stranger's change of stance when she appeared only strengthened her assumptions. Anatole indicated towards the female in response to her inquiry and gave a quick summary of what had been discussed, as well as her name. There seemed to be little in favor of not including the female in their ranks. "Unalihelitseti, Grace. It would seem we have need for one such as yourself in our ranks, if you could care for our animals. There are too few of us and so many of them." She paused, thinking of the disaster only a moon back, when all their sheep had escaped their pens. "If you agree to the rank of Animal Carer, you are welcome here." She paused, glancing again at the bird again before returning her gaze to the female. From her experience with bird training these last few days, she truly admired anyone who could train one well, and she could only assume a clever bird such as Grace's would be infinitely more difficult to train than her pigeons, at least when it came to temper. The presence of the bird and horse certainly gave credence to Grace's skill with animals.
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Titled you and stuff! Do you want to continue the thread or close it? WC: 238
Grace answered her greeting with a strange gesture Ulilohi had never seen before, but its meaning was clear enough. The councilwoman dipped her head slightly in acknowledgement of it, and smiled when the female accepted herself into the tramontane's tribe. Of all the wolves present, it was not only Ulilohi who came from beyond the mountains, that much was evident. Before she could reply, the bird stirred, and Grace attempted to soothe it, spoke with it. Not as X'yrin had taught Ulilohi to learn to speak with her pigeons through simple repeated words, but then again this bird seemed much more intelligent than the tribe's pigeons. It cawed again and Ulilohi smiled as Grace introduced the bird like a friend, and the councilwoman giggled at the prospect of the bird favoring her. He seemed a very clever companion. How could one be lonely with such friends? The horse craved attention, as well, and Ulilohi nodded wordlessly in acknowledgement of her presence. Horses were temperamental animals, and the councilwoman had no intentions of offending any creature.
Grace asked for stables and Ulilohi quickly turned to indicate the direction of their pens and animal housings. "We have a stable in this direction. It lies a little outside the Village, but you may sleep where you want, or add something for your mount in time, if you want her nearer your home." She smiled at the horse. "Come, we'll show you."
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