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The word had gotten around fast- most especially for the Stormbrigner boys. They lived with the cinnamon and gold male and when the time had come for the Dahlians to know about this celebration, they had been probably the first to know. Bris's time was consumed with their baby daughter and although Saul visited them both often his mind was still on the preparations of bulding his own house. The victorian house owned by their leader was becoming too loud and energetic for the young male and he sought a place where he could study and learn and create on his own. He had settled on a place near Oberons Spring, a stretch of grasslands that would soon hold a log cabin. He just needed a little help in getting there.
The day had been spent out by the eastern borders, a section Saul felt was painfully neglected. A lot of Dahlia's visitors had been coming round Whisper Beach way, but the eastern areas were open to more land. So he had been there for most of the day, stalking a small herd of white tailed deer that were teetering on the edge of the borders, Saul knew he must bring a worthy gift to tonights celebrations and he'd had firm green eyes placed on a weak fawn all day. It had taken a long time for them to make their way around the area, his timber form stalking them all the while.
In the end it had taken one surprise rush at them for his teeth to clamp down on the bleating animals leg. The weakness of the animal only helped him to drag it further away from its herd. Once he was safely away from any rescue attempts made by a sorrowful mother, Saul jumped over the fawn and bit down on its wind pipe. Conor had been clear that all hunting must be done in lupus form, which Saul was fine with. He had spent the rest of the day dragging the carcass back through the packlands- he had never realised just how big Dahlia was until he was forced to drag the body back through it.
Green eyes were set on their goal as he made his way through Wolfville. He could see the large pile of wood that would soon be set alight, and by it was the cinnamon and gold leader than Saul had come to look up to. He was getting tired by this point, neck bent from dragging the fawn and looking where he was going at the same time. It took him a full ten minutes to reach Conor, before he heaved the fawn up on the bench nearest. He was panting hard and he paused to catch his breath before smiling up at Conor.
"Good evening Conor. I bought you a gift!"
He didnt mention the hours spent stalking, nor the painful drag back to the town. He was here and so was the deer and that was all that mattered to him.
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The word had gotten around fast- most especially for the Stormbrigner boys. They lived with the cinnamon and gold male and when the time had come for the Dahlians to know about this celebration, they had been probably the first to know. Bris's time was consumed with their baby daughter and although Saul visited them both often his mind was still on the preparations of bulding his own house. The victorian house owned by their leader was becoming too loud and energetic for the young male and he sought a place where he could study and learn and create on his own. He had settled on a place near Oberons Spring, a stretch of grasslands that would soon hold a log cabin. He just needed a little help in getting there.
The day had been spent out by the eastern borders, a section Saul felt was painfully neglected. A lot of Dahlia's visitors had been coming round Whisper Beach way, but the eastern areas were open to more land. So he had been there for most of the day, stalking a small herd of white tailed deer that were teetering on the edge of the borders, Saul knew he must bring a worthy gift to tonights celebrations and he'd had firm green eyes placed on a weak fawn all day. It had taken a long time for them to make their way around the area, his timber form stalking them all the while.
In the end it had taken one surprise rush at them for his teeth to clamp down on the bleating animals leg. The weakness of the animal only helped him to drag it further away from its herd. Once he was safely away from any rescue attempts made by a sorrowful mother, Saul jumped over the fawn and bit down on its wind pipe. Conor had been clear that all hunting must be done in lupus form, which Saul was fine with. He had spent the rest of the day dragging the carcass back through the packlands- he had never realised just how big Dahlia was until he was forced to drag the body back through it.
Green eyes were set on their goal as he made his way through Wolfville. He could see the large pile of wood that would soon be set alight, and by it was the cinnamon and gold leader than Saul had come to look up to. He was getting tired by this point, neck bent from dragging the fawn and looking where he was going at the same time. It took him a full ten minutes to reach Conor, before he heaved the fawn up on the bench nearest. He was panting hard and he paused to catch his breath before smiling up at Conor.
"Good evening Conor. I bought you a gift!"
He didnt mention the hours spent stalking, nor the painful drag back to the town. He was here and so was the deer and that was all that mattered to him.
word count;;
"speech"