06-20-2012, 04:25 PM
OOC: That's perfectly fine 
IC: Aranck really liked being near the Great Fire as it allowed him to be close to the spirits. Degataga was in a nearby tree watching over his aged charge. Of course the spirit guide was much older than the elderly wolf, being immortal and likely around at the beginning of time. Of course there was no proof or stories to support this, but it was what he believed. He knew better than to ask Taga since it was highly unlikely that the spirit could tell him or want to tell him.
The reason he was in front of the fire was that it had quickly become his favorite place to work on writing down records and stories. Which was what he was doing now, continuing his work on the history of the Great Tribe. As he worked, he hummed a Cherokee lullaby that many mothers in the Great Tribe, including his own, sung to their children.
The song brought back memories of his mother, long since pasted on to the spirit world. She was a sweet woman, well loved by many in the Tribe. She was willing to help anyone with anything. She was a healer much like him. His father was also a healer, yet much more stoic than his mate. Yet he held great affection for his mate and children. He remembered playing games with his father and especially his father letting him practice "healing" him. He got a fond and absent smile on his face as he remembered his childhood.
IC: Aranck really liked being near the Great Fire as it allowed him to be close to the spirits. Degataga was in a nearby tree watching over his aged charge. Of course the spirit guide was much older than the elderly wolf, being immortal and likely around at the beginning of time. Of course there was no proof or stories to support this, but it was what he believed. He knew better than to ask Taga since it was highly unlikely that the spirit could tell him or want to tell him.
The reason he was in front of the fire was that it had quickly become his favorite place to work on writing down records and stories. Which was what he was doing now, continuing his work on the history of the Great Tribe. As he worked, he hummed a Cherokee lullaby that many mothers in the Great Tribe, including his own, sung to their children.
The song brought back memories of his mother, long since pasted on to the spirit world. She was a sweet woman, well loved by many in the Tribe. She was willing to help anyone with anything. She was a healer much like him. His father was also a healer, yet much more stoic than his mate. Yet he held great affection for his mate and children. He remembered playing games with his father and especially his father letting him practice "healing" him. He got a fond and absent smile on his face as he remembered his childhood.