ooc;; 04.11.10 Is that date okay for you? If not we can move it back a couple days!

Saul was on a quest for knowledge. It was a simple quest in essence- to find teachers that would teach him anything and everything he might find useful. He was a pratical child at heart and he knew what he wanted. He wanted to learn, he knew he was clever and he was very much determined to learn all the world would throw at him. He wanted to learn to read and to write, he was fast on his way to learning to hunt thanks to Conor but he needed to know more. He wanted to do all those things that had become other's specialities, like playing an instrument and making sweet music or fishing like his brother Gideon could. He would seek his darker brother out soon and ask him to help him learn to fish, one could never know where that would come in handy. It excited the young Stormbringer to no end that he was filling his head with everything he could ever need to be a better member of Dahlia de Mai.


Today, however, his thoughts were far from his quest for knowledge. Today, his mind was totally preoccupied with his family. He had seen Conor just days before and their leader had seemed upset and distracted. It had reminded Saul instantly of his Aunt Bris, who, for reasons he didnt understand, had become reserved and upset as of late. He was worried about her and he was going to find out if there was anything he could do to help. Maybe his newly acquired skills would come in handy, or maybe his ear would be a good enough tool to make his aunt happy again. He was an excellent listener and he would very much like to hear what his Aunt had to say. She had been skulking around the place, never staying long enough to have a conversation and mostly always with a look of concern on her face.


The sky was overcast and a few spatterings of rain caught Saul's now-fully formed tail as he slipped into the house. His morning run had been short, his mind totally distracted by his snowy relative. His bath had been short too, but that was more to do with temperature than anything else. He realised all too soon that Autumn was curving into Winter without them noticing, the waters getting colder and the weather darkening. The days were shorted it appeared, because sundown came much earlier than he was used to. Saul was entering his first winter, and he was souly glad he was doing so in the company of a pack and his family. Standing in the large hallway that was always a pleasure to view, Saul shook his tail to relieve it of the water. Glancing upstairs, Saul took a gamble and bounded upward. His aunt would be in, wouldnt she?


"Aunt Bris? Aunt Bris, it's Saul. Can I come in?"


He asked, slipping softly into his optime form so he could knock politely on the door before dropping back down into his lupus. It was his preferred form at the moment, having lived all his life in it so far. Green eyes searched the knots on the door as if he could see through them and to his aunt. She would be home, he hoped with imaginary crossed fingers. He really wanted to talk to her.

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ooc;; The fourth is fine deary! Much love to Brissy!

For some odd reason, after the knock had been sent forward and his tentative explanation of whom it was knocking on her door, Saul was nervous. Now that he thought it through, waiting for her to answer, doubts crept into his mind. If she wasn't there, then that would be bad. But if she was there and he didnt know what to say to her, that would be bad too. He'd had this ideal of tracking down the snowy Stormbringer who so resembled his long lost sister and everything would just happen. They would talk and maybe she would tell him everything that was bothering her and maybe it would make her feel better. But his aunt was not that kind of person- she would not offload her troubles to him, not in a million years. His well thought plan seemed to crumble before his eyes, but the door was opening and his aunts faux-cheery voice eachoed slightly down the corridor. She invited him in, to which to trotted forward having resumed his lupus form once more.


He had never been in Bris' room before and what he saw pleased him. Neat, tidy, modestly furnished. It was everything that Saul found in his own bedroom, although his was much tidier. His blankets were pristine upon his bed, all dust and hair swept up and thrown out of the window. His meager possession were nowhere in sight, craftily packed away so that, had you not known he lived in this bedroom, it would have appeared deserted. Bris' room seemed much more homely- glittering objects caught his eye from several points around the room, including a few well polished gems by his aunts bed. He had forgotten up to that point what a great jeweler she was and Saul turned to observe his Aunt with a gleam in his eye.


"You're jewelery is beautiful Aunt Bris! Maybe you can teach me to make pretty things some day?"


He asked with a light, lilting tone to his voice. It was then that he really got a look at her. She seemed larger than usual, something about her had changed. Saul had never seen a fat wolf, then again he had never actually observed a pregnant one either. She looked dragged down, something weighing on her shoulders that was making her upset and solitary. Though Saul had caught glimpses of his aunt from time to time around the house, he had never truely looked her in the face until now. Mismatched eyes looked troubled and he reached out to bury his nose and face into her leg. She was still far tall than her and he would have preferred to bury his face in her shoulder, but her leg was fine. The gesutre was not only a supportive and comforting sign to Bris that he was here for her, but also for him, to know that his aunt was approachable and would not float away at any moment.


"I missed you Aunt Bris. I haven't seen you around much. What's wrong?"


He spoke into her leg, almost embarrassed to look her in the face as he admitted he had missed her. Once it was out, he removed his head and gazed up towards her, green eyes connected with purple and blue. A smiled tentatively, tail flickering once or twice back and forward in encouragement. Saul would always be there for his family, even the older ones who were supposed to be in charge.

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