Figures in black, Marching to Reunion

Rurik Russo · 01-26-2010, 08:26 AM

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The silver-furred werewolf carried on merrily through the city, his tail flicking and his nails clicking against the pavement. He was in a rather good mood today for no other reason than that it was a pretty day. Rurik was a big fan of the cold weather; it hardly bothered his thick coat, and his winter fur was rather impressive. It was clear he was built for cold weather—his ears were very small and pointed, quite obviously made for the chillier months. Liliya was very much the same, and she was not bothered by the cold weather, though it was clear from the look on her face that she did not enjoy the snow nearly as much as her father. There was a decent coating of it, with larger drifts tucked into corners. The prior night had brought a rather disappointing amount of the stuff to earth, and Rurik had been hoping for blizzards.

The pair of wolves had been out hunting, and they had been successful. A rather large deer was draped between the two of them, with Rurik clearly picking up most of the weight. Liliya was quickly opening up in this new world; she spent much of her time away from home, cavorting about in the wilderness and doing what typical adolescents did. Rurik tried not to reign her in too much; she was as free-spirited as he was when he was younger, but he did worry. Liliya was his only daughter, and if anything happened to her... Rurik just didn't know what he would do. He'd learned to value his children, and he was rather glad that he'd had them in the end anyway. It was not as if Silas, Anatoliy, and Lily could make up for what had happened to Zaets, Zorish, and Vladimir... but he had at least done right by his younger kids, which was better than being a failure twice.

"Lily, Lily. You did good today," the werewolf said, brightly complimenting his daughter on the excellent job she'd done hunting. Since they'd arrived on this coast Rurik had tried to instill a sense of how things worked on this coast; his kids didn't need to cross any pack borders on their own or end up starving to death because they weren't used to hunting. It was not as if hunting was a dead art in Sobirat'sya, but it was also not as if Rurik had taken them out on extensive hunting trips there, either. He was glad to see his daughter prospering, and he was gladder still to see that she had adjusted well to this land, though she certainly didn't always evince happiness about it all the time.

"Thank you, father. I miss Silas," she said, complaining rather suddenly; the tawny-furred girl was rather close with her brothers, and she'd missed Anatoliy quite a bit after they'd left, as well. This had caused her to grow closer with Silas, though, and that was never a bad thing, though her other brother was never far from her mind. She often wondered about him and her mother; how exactly were they getting along back in Sobirat'sya, anyway? It was upsetting there were not better lines of communication between this continent and their homeland; Liliy would have loved to hear something from her mother or brother. "Do you think we can visit him soon?" the girl asked, excited. She'd heard quite a bit about Inferni and her father's friend Gabriel, and she was excited to meet some coyotes—she'd only ever known her mother, Verusha, and she was quite eager to get to see how the other half lived.

Rurik was very proud of his daughter's English; she'd been absolutely obstinate when it came to that language when they'd first arrived, but she'd taken to it beautifully, perhaps in part for her penchant to wander away from home all day, doing god knows what with the neighboring packs. "I think so," he said, contemplating the visit himself. "Could swing by, I suppose," he said. He knew she meant later, anyway—at the moment they had to take care of this damn deer. She was heavy, though it certainly helped to have Lily helping to carry her. They'd have a nice dinner tonight, and plenty of leftovers for the morning. The Russian werewolf thought he smelled something vaguely odd, and he stopped in his tracks, narrowing his brilliant blue eyes at a distant figure.

"ANATOLIY?" Lily shouted, clearly having noticed the figure as well—they were a ways apart but there was no mistaking that scent; Liliya immediately dropped her half of the deer, nearly taking her father down with it, and bounded toward her brother, arms thrown wide to tackle him into a bear hug.

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