+3. Forward-dated to the 11th. This should be a fairly fast thread! He's looking to see what had happened to AniWaya. Preferably someone who knows Bangle, but anyone is open to this. Only one person please ^^ (Unless a guardian must be present for any reason here, then two is fine).
The wandering craftsman had awoken his children early, with a surprise they were sure to love. They were just around the 3-month mark of age, and Bangle wanted to visit familiar faces in the southernmost pack. There was no better a chance than to surprise his son and daughter by taking them on a trip there. Ralla was sure to have pups now, albeit younger, but the craftsman was almost positive the children would get along if they met.
He had spent the later parts of the evening before getting things ready to hitch onto Jack, as the pair of children would not be much of an added weight on the creature. The coywolf was prepared for his rambunctious little clones to be jumping around that morning when they'd depart - when he'd tell them the surprise. Mirthful orange eyes beamed when he finally got the word out, to which the young white girl and the boy with the violet eyes jumped on their father and licked his face joyously.
Never had the multicolored male thought to be a father, or if he was he certainly didn't want to be held responsible. But for all the noise and the messes they made, Bangle loved his two children. A part of him was taking this trip to be out in the open, but it was also to make up for the third son they lost all those days ago. When the trio were prepared, Jack was led towards the front of the house as the craftsman hoisted blankets and other provisions upon the beast's rump. With his two children seated in front of him, harnessed to their father, they bid farewell to Cercatori and headed south.
What Bangle hadn't expected, however, was to arrive close to sunset, for his eager-to-move pups often wanted to see and smell the new sights presented before them. Although reluctantly, the decorated craftsman allowed them that freedom; they hadn't been allowed to leave the caravan when they left for Cour des Miracles, only when they paused to let the horses feed. The sun had turned to its shades of beautiful pinks, yellows, and violets, by the time that Bangle approached the familiar fencing, having followed the familiar course of the river towards the pack. Encouraging his children, the three coywolves lifted their noses into the air and let the chorus of howls ring out.
Image courtesy of Phil and Pam@Flickr; table by the Mentors!
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