if wishes were fishes we'd all be throwing nets.

Jiya Chandraki · 04-29-2012, 11:26 PM

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OOC: Pupppyyy Big Grin

Word Count: 300+

She had only been a member of this new place for a day. It was all very new and strange. She remembered that her mother had been very ill and that another man had helped bring her here when mom had gotten too weak. But in the back of her mind she truly believed that her mother was going to come to the tribe once she was better, she had just needed an extra long nap. At least that was what the odd stranger had said. Upon arriving she had been handed off to another man, her great uncle, though she did not know what that word meant yet. The little one was smart enough to realize that the grumpy old man was related to her in some way though and had resided that she was to stick with him until her mother arrived.

She had been told to stay in the odd building that covered her head, a hut it was called. Her Great Uncle wanted to go out and would return however the older male had not taken into account that upon leaving her sight the little pup would be filled with an odd feeling. This feeling was worry, the little gears in her brain turning rapidly with concern. What if he did not return? So the little one resided to follow her Elder. Quietly stalking him from afar with her blue and green mixed eyes. She was tiny enough that the brush hid her orange fur with ease.

Eventually they came upon an odd place, a howl bidding them to come feast as their guide. Although she did not know many words yet she remembered many for food and her tiny stomach began to rumble. On the journey to the Great Tribe she had eaten very little, as was still incapable of eating meat. Her little body yearned for her mothers milk. In the time it took for her stomach sounds to disrupt her stalking Aranck had already moved forward and was in discussion with a strange looking lady. Silently and unafraid of her uncle’s scorn Jiya walked forward, taking a seat on her rump between the Elder’s legs. “Unalihelitseti”. She mumbled quietly, only meeting the other female’s eyes briefly before turning her head shyly, resting he muzzle against the back of her uncle’s leg.

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