WC: 401
Hi there, welcome to 'Souls! I assume your character is light-furred since she's an arctic wolf, because I couldn't find any information on her appearance in her profile. It would be a good idea to add some information on her appearance there, so people know what to write when they meet her


Dawali and Belle patrolled the borders regularly. The mare was a comfort when the weather was cold, sharing her warmth with him as they traveled together along known paths. They were well trodden, but hidden now under the snow. It didn't matter, for it was Dawali's paws, among others, that had been creating them for two years now, and he knew where they were without looking. Aside for the weather, sometimes, patrolling was a rather comfortable thing to do now that he had taken to bringing Belle along. Rarely did anything happen, and when it did it was almost always something good. Even though he did not expect anything this day, his ears and eyes were open, and when the scent of a stranger (a young stranger!) reached his nostrils through the winter weather, Dawali found himself surprised, and alerted. Scents gave away much information, and he knew with certainty that this one, whoever it was, was a child. Every paternal fiber in him roared and he kicked the mare into a more efficient trot, following the scent to find its owner as soon as possible.


Soon enough he was much closer to the border, and spying across the snow-covered field for anyone's presence. Slowly, he spotted tracks, and he jumped off the mare's back and over the fence that marked their borders to reach them. When he finally spotted her, he wasted no time. The girl was white-pelted; no wonder he hadn't seen her easily. His own warm colors were in stark contrast to the white substance, but she blended in with her small size and her fur color. "Poor child!" he exclaimed. He wanted to lift her, but did no such thing; she was a child, but she still might not appreciate it. Where was her family? Why was she here all alone at such a young age? Did she even eat meat at all? "What's happened?" he said urgently, before a thought struck him and he continued. "Wait a second, I'll be right back." Jogging over to Belle, he tore the blanket he kept over her back off of her and carried it with him over to the child, quickly laying it over her in hopes that it might help with the cold. Such young children were meant to enjoy the warmth of their parents' bodies during this season. They would have no chance to bear it alone.

WC: 365
Great! Just a note; we have a standard about length here, and your last post wasn't quite long enough. Our length standard is somewhat fluid; you can either think of it as two sizeable paragraphs, often above 200 words, or as matching your co-posters length. More often than not, we use that last principle, however we have a contest running this month on being able to write 50 000 words within the end of January, so we're all writing a bit more than usual. You don't have to match my length of posts right now, but you should write longer than your last post If you have any problems with how to make your post longer, you can have a look right here, for our RP-guide's section on post length


She didn't respond to his questions, but he remained with her and waited anxiously for her to speak. She smiled, however, and he thought that if she was seriously weakened, she would not have done so. He had, after all, in his long life as a medic, seen many injured and weakened wolves. He knew how they worked - or rather, didn't work. Thinking of all kinds of scenarios, the male studied her as much as he could without being rude and poking her everywhere. He could see no blood in the snow around her, nor in her tracks, and assumed that except for the cold, she was relatively unharmed. His mind went through various remedies he could use in case she had other injuries that were possible for a lost child her age to get, as well as teas and wraps to help her with the cold. Eventually, though, it seemed as if she thawed somewhat, and spoke. The words were not many, but more than sufficient. Three days? And she was still alive? In this weather, too; Dawali easily considered her quite lucky. There were adult wolves out there who had about the same experience as this pup who would not have done so, he was certain. His heart stung when he realized the similarities between the poor pup's name and his own daughter's. The old man missed his family dearly, a fact he did not hide well and which any stranger could see pouring out of him where he sat with this poor frozen child. "Ayasha, would you like me to pick you up and take you somewhere where you can rest and eat?" There was no question on whether the child would be allowed in among them; she would surely die if not. "I'm Dawali," he said, hesitating a moment before continuing. "I am the Chief of a tribe that lives around here. You will be safe there, I promise." From bears, too. Another one taken by a bear; was it the same one? Certainly, their numbers must have grown for them to be up and going still. Only in periods where there was not enough food would they not hibernate.

WC: 365
Much better! As another note, a 2 month old puppy in this universe is equal to a 5 year old child. It is likely that the puppy would be able to speak more complicated/complete sentences than what you are playing it out as (also it's cold and she's tired, so it's perfectly valid), but naturally there could be in-character reasons for why you are playing her like this. I just wanted to point out that as you play this growing puppy, this age chart we have developed may be helpful to determine on which approximate mental development level your character finds herself at different times


He had forgotten how easily children could read adults. It was a special kind of talent they kept as young children, he had always believed, perhaps because in the beginning they used only body language to communicate, before words became available to them. Slowly, he knew, the sensitivity to body language faded to the words, but when he had been a more active father, before his daughters had grown up completely, he had been much better at adjusting his body language and not revealing all sorts of things. "Oh, nothing Ayasha. Your name is just very beautiful," he said. It wasn't a lie at all; her name was beautiful. Hoping it put a lid on her questions on his reaction, he said nothing more and instead scooped her up in his arms when she nodded to his question, immediately wrapping the blanket around her better, so it covered everything but her face. She didn't feel cold, but not particularly warm either, and children her age usually felt warmer than this. If they were small enough, their bodies were like little fires against one's furs, and while this one wasn't quite so young, she should still be warmer; there was no doubt about it. He moved toward the horse immediately, thinking of the comforts of a hut compared to this snowy outside, and that she needed food as well. The faster they got to the village, the sooner they could eliminate the chance of the poor girl becoming sick.


He chuckled warmly as she noticed the horse, so momentarily perky; it seemed as if she had forgotten for a moment the misery she was in, in such contrast stood this reaction to her state just minutes ago. "Yeah, her name is Belle. We'll ride her to the village where there are other wolves and fires and food. We can try some different things, I have meat, or fish for you, if you want." He smiled at her, discovering all over again how tiny creatures pups could be. She was small, even for the age he estimated her at. "Yeah, no bears Ayasha. I can promise you this." He was silent for a moment while making Belle ready; it was somewhat difficult to get on her while holding the child. But, despite his old age, with a little help from the fence, he managed to get across the back of the mare, noticing just then the small tears on the child's face. There was little he could do, and so he hesitated for a short moment before he put one hand on her head. "I know, Ayasha. I know." He had never lost a parent, but he had lost his mate. Some things could never be repaired, and the male found nothing else to say. Giving a softly spoken signal to the mare, the three started moving in the direction of the village at a steady trot. And then there would be safety.