Tick Tick Tick

Sylvie Ciel · 05-13-2010, 09:54 AM

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Hmm. Didn't know the chicks were so small. O: Golden Eagles are among the larger of the Raptors, if not the largest living, aren't they?

WC: 517

Despite her considerably noticeable entrance, the wolf brute before her hasn't noticed young Sylvie's presence until she had spoken, that lilting french accent calling him back from his excitement. He appeared startled as he realized her existence, somewhat taken aback by her almost phantom-like arrival. But at her question, his startled expression faltered, and was replaced by a handsome smile. His response made Sylvie gleeful- she could certainly watch the young bird hatch, and now that she knew a better word for the wolf's relationship with the bird, the lovely lilac collie could make use of it next time.

"Oh, thank you very much!"

Said she, eagerly bending over his outstretched hands for a better look. She was shorter than he, for certain, so she stood partially upon white-dipped tippy toes to see still better as the little chick began to break the shell, its' beak poking and prodding through the sticky membrane beneath the hardened white armor. What kind of bird would hatch, she wondered? It was certainly a raptor, judging by the curve of its little beak, but of what sorts? It was here she remembered to introduce herself, but the wolf-boy's response had her curious.

Did he just say "Ayita"? But her foster mother was Alaine. Hadn't she said Alaine? Frowning slightly, the she-dog took in the male before her. She still didn't know his name, but judging by his leanly muscled body, and his young face, he wasn't much older than Sylvie, perhaps by a few months... and then she paid closer attention to how absorbed he was in the hatching fledgling. Perhaps he had misheard her, because he was so sucked into the hatching before them? Of course, a hatching egg didn't wait for anybody, so instead of immediately correcting him, like she wanted to, Sylvie paid more attention to the egg he held.

The tiny little hatching's beak was fully out for a few seconds before pulling in, coated in the slime from the life-giving fluids within the enclosed egg, and soon the slimy beak forced the hole bigger. It appeared to struggle to get out the most easiest thing to break- something Sylvie did not yet understand. It was so simply for her to pick up an egg and crack it with her claws, or drop it upon a rock... but this little thing was having trouble. Her thoughts whirled with reasons as the white, sticky head peeked out, entirely engulfed in the stringy, clear stuff it had survived on since being laid. She watched as her pack mate took what shell the bird had already broken, being careful not to touch any other part of the egg. The silvery male only helped with the already finished shell, and cleaned a little off with a towel he had.

Sylvie pondered this too. Why didn't the male help the chick at all? Surely, if it was to be his companion, as he said, he would help it hatch, wouldn't he? Help it come into the world with strength and ease? That would mean helping it break the egg. And yet this strange wolf didn't. Why?

Talk. Think. Walk.

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