Small Steps
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OOC- Hi!

J'adore had again wandered near his old pack borders. The last few times he had waited, hoping to gain some courage, but left, feeling ashamed at his desertion. This time he was determined, he past the pack border a few minutes ago and would not leave until he met someone to pass on a message of greetings. The snow had receded far away and he was surprised that he smelt very few faint paw tracks. He had almost given up hope, but he was very, very determined and he decided to beneath a tree, the wind was still whipping around and the weak sunlight wasn't powerful enough to warm up the earth. He let his head bounce off the tree's thick trunk. His head tilted sideways as he played with his tail, the tan and chocolate tinted black fur on it shivering in the light breeze. He pulled his scarf tighter and his jacket closer; it wasn’t a snowy winter any more, it was a cold and windy one. He was staggered that there wasn’t a storm right about now. J’adore sighed and closed his eyes and waited, silently and patiently. Like a lazy ninja he thought with a giggle.
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hi! :3 wc: 361

She had romped around with Tony a few days earlier, and had been made happier because of it. The young pup was getting her first taste of freedom, and she was loving every single bit of it. Her parents were also less watchful - she thought maybe that was because they saw how grown up and exploring she was! If she explored a lot, she would surely grow up to be a pack explorer. She wondered if Anu and Savina had a rank like that - that would make it perfect for her to explore! Exploring for the pack!

And that was what she was doing. She was patrolling the borders for someone who was trespassing - she could be sure that one was about to turn up, and she'd chase him away with large and shiny teeth and sharp claws, ready to fight another day! Then her parents would realize that she was all grown up now, and she could be the pack explorer and defender. She yelped with excitement and continued on her 'patrol'.

It wasn't until a little while later when her still young nose smelled something weird. She sniffed again, not sure she had actually smelled it - it was a wolf! Well, she thought it was - her nose was still untrained, and it could only distinguish scents from prey and people, and some others like flowers and home and some stinky things as well. She wrinkled her nose, thinking about those smelly things, and chased the scent of the intruder.

She found him sleeping by a tree - he was in his two-leg form, which Fia didn't like - it didn't allow her to run around very much - but this stranger was in it! He was buried in what others called 'clothes' and what Fia called 'stupid'. Her thick winter coat kept her plenty warm, thank you. But this golden man was an intruder!

She ran up to him, yapping and snarling. "Go away, trespasser!" she yelled. "I's the pack defenderer!" She misspoke the last word, but that was alright - this man would know what she meant!

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J'adore is a puppy at heart XD


J'adore jumped at the small female’s threat. 'Hey there!' he said acting his surprise up slightly for the cub. 'Trust me, I did not mean to intrude'. He took time to stand up and shift into his lupus form. He wondered who this small thing was. Who she belonged to. 'I'm J'adore Austral, I used to live here...'. The cub's yapping and snarling were like that from a bigger animal, he knew she was too young to be a 'defenderer' but when she grew up. She'd have a nasty bite. He did not mean to intrude, but his legs had carried him a little further than had planned. This female was interesting, she smelt familiar, but more like she had been around scents he knew, not her herself. Of course she had the usual scent of the pack, but he couldn't place who she'd been around. He stepped forward a few inches so he was a comforting distance away from the snappy puppy. ’who are your parents? And what’s your name?’ he asked in interest, lying down so that they were at around about the same level. He smiled pleasantly, hoping to find out about the recent news in his old pack.



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The great man leapt up, and Fia saw with a little bit of fear that he was much, much larger than her. But she couldn't be swayed by something as silly as size! she tried to tell herself, but she still looked a little uncertain. Was this man going to hurt her? It seemed not. He spoke, saying that he did not mean to trespass on their lands - but then why was he here? Fia was about to ask again when he interrupted and said that his name was J'Adore Austral - he used to live on these lands.

J'Adore then stepped forward a few inches until he was a nice distance away, and lied down on the snow-covered grass. Fia just then noticed that she was a bit chilly - the wind had picked up, not yet howling, but fierce on the small puppy. Her paws sank into the snow. She was a bit chilly, yes, but she wasn't that cold yet. Not cold enough to go home, and not cold enough to walk away from this mysterious stranger who said he came from Crimson Dreams.

She cocked her head at him and smelled - she didn't smell any signs of her old pack. The only scent she knew and recognized was that of wolf - her small nose wasn't yet able to recognize the scent of the AniWayan pack, or even know what an AniWayan was. She stared at the man some more, not sure what to say. Then he asked who her parents were, and she suddenly had something to talk about.

"Mommy and Daddy are Ghita and Jazzy!" Fia wasn't able to say her father's full name, so she used a term she made herself - Jazzy. "They's the bestest mommy and daddy," she said matter-of-factly. She did in fact think that they were the best parents around - being born from them, how could she not? She looked at J'Adore and decided that she needed him to know her name, too! "I'm Fia."

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'Ah' J'adore sighed. He remembered Ghita and Jaz from his CD days. Fia, cool name he thought as he watched the pup. The wind picked up and Fia dug her claws into the ground, 'Cold?' J'adore asked lying his head on his paws and looking up. The cold patches of snow froze his belly, but it was easier to speak to Fia at this level. 'So' J'adore hummed 'Your the pack defender?' When Fia said -Jazzy- J'adore smiled, he couldn't pronounce his fathers name as a pup either. Another flop of coco tinted black mane fell into his eye line, he lazily moved it with a small huff of air. It flew up a few inches and fell in the same place, he left it this time. I really should get this cut! J'adore thought. He also wondered what a small thing like Fia was doing out here in the cold, but pups were normally adventurous and he didn't ask. This was relaxing, he'd only just realised he'd been spending way too much time around adults, J'adore was very childish and laidback and so were most cubs. 'I live in AniWaya now...' he mused to Fia.


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:3

Fia puffed out her chest and her tail raised high in the air. "I's not cold!" she squeaked, still holding herself proud and tall - adventurers didn't get cold, they were too tough and strong! "I never get cold!" That was not true - the weather was quite chilly and she was getting a bit of frost on her fur, but she'd never admit that to this stranger. She wanted to prove that she was the toughest, strongest, bravest, most explorer-est puppy in Crimson Dreams! And it was true, to an extent - her fur was thick and warm from being born in the winter, and she didn't get as cold as easily as some others might.

Fia thought she felt even more of a swell of pride when the man named J'Adore asked if she was the pack defender. "Yeah!" she said, leaping up and down. She quickly stopped, however - it wasn't very defender-ish to jump up and down. "I chase away all the intruders! And keep the pack safe from gators!" She didn't forget the time that her and Tony had played Alligator - and that had sort of counted, right? Right!

The puppy's eyes rounded and she looked at J'Adore. "What's an Ani...Wai...AniWa - yi...What's an AniWayee?" she asked, not quite getting the pronunciation of AniWaya down. And he came from there? Did that mean it was a family, a pack, like Crimson Dreams? The only other pack Fia knew about was Cour des Miracles, because they were nearly neighbors and were friendly with one another. She knew there were others, but she didn't know what they were - and she certainly didn't know what an AniWayee was.

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Sorry, no table Big Grin

Fia reassigned her position so she stood proud and strong. 'Wow! You must be really tough then! I come from a hot country so the cold is odd'. He lied slightly, the cold never bothered him, in fact he was quite adaptable and besides it felt good to encourage someone’s desires.

'Woah, a gator? I wouldn't like to be one round here!' he smiled. Fia's enthusiasm would take her far. It felt nice for J'adore to have a younger friend, someone he could play with, because, at heart he was just a big pup himself.

She didn't get the words right, but her attempts were closed enough for J'adore to understand. 'AniWaya is a pack, like here. It's about 20 miles that way' he said point in the general direction. J'adore stood up, his white stomach now soaked with melted snow. He shifted his weight to his left and looked down to Fia to contiune their conversation. 'I tend fires in my pack, but it's not as cool as being a defender, I bet' he ended with his signature smile. He yawned, showing off his thin, dagger like teeth. He really shouldn’t have stayed up so late reading. But he’d found such an enthralling book, it was as if his fingers were glued. In the end he fell asleep and found the book open on the last page he read and closed it before he got enthralled again, at this moment though it was tucked in his back safely.
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lalala! what she calls 'itlee' is Italy xD

Fia bounced up and down. She liked this J'Adore man! He thought she was tough; and apparently he had come from a hot country. She stopped bouncing; Mommy came from a country! It was called Itlee, it maybe Itla, or something that started with an I and had a T and an L in it. Her mother sometimes spoke the language to Fia and her brothers and sisters - that was why her first last name, Marino, sounded so smooth and rolled off the tongue. Her eyes got round; maybe J'Adore was from Itlee!

"Is that country called Itlee? Mommy's from Itlee!" she exclaimed in excitement. Maybe J'Adore knew her mommy from Itlee and they could talk about what Itlee was like! Fia had never really understood the concept of another country - they said it was a place far across the sea, which was a big salty lake. Like an island!

J'Adore stated that AniWayee was a pack, just like she thought - maybe it was even on another country! He said that it was twenty miles that way, and pointed. Fia's eyes grew large and she wagged her tail in excitement. "That's a long way!" she said. "Did you's walk here?" she asked, wonder suddenly taking place in the pup's mind. This man, J'Adore, walked a whole twenty miles! She bet he was even an explorer! Yeah, that was it! How on Earth could he have walked a whole long twenty miles without having some experience as an explorer? She bet that he could teach her all sorts of things about exploring! What she didn't know was that the journey probably took a few hours, or even days - all that was in her mind was that the man had came from another country, and was an explorer!

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OOC: XD Awww!

'No, not Italy. It's called Spain and its right next to Italy' J'adore corrected. He'd been to Italy, Taranto and Maranello in fact, the latter being where he got his car. 'I walked some of the way and ran some of it too'. The cub seemed excited about meeting him, even though she had never heard of him and with her snarling reception at his arrival he guessed he had won her over, provoking him to ask, 'So do you still want to see me off?' he hoped she didn't, despite the age gap, he was finding this a very enjoyable conversation. He had forgotten about the cold, as if Fia’s enthusiasm had radiated through the air. Another lock of black fell into his eye line; he swept his paw up and places it behind his ear. It wasn’t too long, not long enough to tie back, but long enough to annoy him. He made a small coughing sound, clearing his throat, hoping it wasn’t another cough. He had been near the ash and smokes due to his rank and had gained a slight cough over his membership. But he wouldn’t give it up for anything, perhaps for his friends.
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So Spain was right next to Italy! She wondered if there were lots of packs in Spain and Italy like there were lots of packs here - there were a whole three she knew about, and she was sure that there were lots more! The idea of a pack other than Crimson Dreams both excited and frightened the young child, who had only ever known her own pack and the family it held. She wondered if other packs were very different - she was sure they were, with different families and ranks and leaders and puppies. But no puppy was braver than her, not even ones that came from the toughest packs in the toughest country!

She looked at J'adore in wonder as he said that he had ran some of the way as well as walked. "Don't go!" she squeaked as soon as the words left his lips about her wanting to make him go away. That urge had gone and passed now - J'adore posed no threat to the pack or the puppy, she decided, and he was an adventurer and an explorer besides!

"Tell me all about being an explorer!" she said to the explorer before her very eyes. She noticed that his coloring was darker than hers, and he pulled a strand of black hair out of his eyes. Maybe wolves that came from other countries and were explorers got a dark pelt from being in the sun all day - Fia decided that no matter what, she was going to be the bravest explorer ever! She would scout out all the lands for her pack and family, and come back with valuable information that they'd all praise her for. And she wouldn't be the littlest anymore - she'd be big and strong, stronger than Lorenzo or Tony!

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J'adore sat back down form his pretend attempt to leave. 'Okay!' he said ready to tell a story, 'It's brilliant, you see lots of things, meet lots of people and learn different languages. But you do miss your family...'. With a heavy sigh he contiuned, 'I love it here though, no as warm as home, but I have so many friends and have a valuble place in society'. He did miss his family, all the time. But one day he'd have his own family. He decided to play it up for Fia, 'But of course you gotta watch out for 'gators!' He hadn't seen any 'gators around, but if the humans dissapeared the other animals, as the canines had did, move into their old habitats. The snow once again began to drift onto the pair, just when he thought it was leaving too! I was getting harder aswell, I hope there isn't a storm! he thought crossing his eyes as he watched a snowflake fall on to his nose. It melted quickly, but on the ground the snow settled covering up their tracks. 'Looks like were in for more snow, eh?' he asked-slash-stated to Fia.
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Fia was excited at this new phenomenon that seemed to be totemic to adventurers and explorers alike; meeting new people, exciting and interesting people she was sure, and seeing new sights - mountains and lakes and rivers and valleys, clouds and trenches, the ocean and more! She could imagine the great places J'Adore had been, and was just doing so when he said something else; he would miss his family. She hadn't even considered that - she hadn't even thought about that, really. She was, after all, just a pup. But she wouldn't just be any explorer - she'd be one for Crimson Dreams, and come back all the time to give news! She would explore and see new things. She'd protect her family, too.

And gators! One day, Fia would find and fend off real, live gators. Not the play-gators that she had 'seen' with her eyes of imagination when she'd been playing with Tony. He had pounced on her and led her to believe that he had been a real, live gator - but not for long. One day, she'd go where there were real alligators - they'd be so scared of her, they wouldn't know what to do! They'd crawl back into their alligator-holes and hide there until Fia left them alone!

She looked up as more snow fell in tiny flakes. Without really paying attention to what she was doing, she leapt up so that she was standing on her hind legs and clapped her paws together to catch a snowflake. When she opened her paws again, there it was - a tiny, white flake, with its intricate and beautiful patterns. She watched it for a minute before it melted right before her eyes, and she landed back on her legs. "Snow is fun! I loves snow!"

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'It's alright, but it causes problems...' he said, kicking up a clump of snow. He'd been lots of places, but few were snowy. He had made a sledge of wood and he had been using it to transport things recently, including a large double bed made of walnut from Halifax. J'adore had a big and strong house, not a hut like the others had. It was a propar wood house, with and upstairs and a balcony and a garden! He was always making edits to it, today he had replaced the temporary door witha nice solid one. His house had differed from the huts way more than he imagined, he did contemplate making it from stone, but then realised that would ruin it's rustic look. It was away from the others, on the outskirts of the village, but not to far away. There was a self built pond out back, with a few live fish caught from the sea, not like the golden fish humans had.
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Fia frolicked in the white powder for a while, kicking up snow and getting herself soaked in the wet stuff. She laughed and giggled, glad that she had this cool stuff to roll around in and get messy with - it wasn't quite like dirt, but it was still fun! Then, J'adore said something that didn't make sense - snow? Causing problems? Yeah, right! "Jay," she said, using a nickname that she had came up with on the spot for the golden wolf, "how can snow's cause problems? It's white and fluffy and fun!" She squeaked the last part out, pouncing on the man and forgetting all animosity she had towards him at first sight.

The pounce wasn't enough to sent J'adore backwards - Fia was still just a puppy, no matter how much of an adventurer she thought of herself - and she ended up on the backside of the man. Shaking herself off, she stood up in the snow, and found herself ankle-deep in the fluff. Shrieking in delight, she kicked it all up, revealing brown dirt underneath the pile. She snuffled underneath the snow into the dirt; the dirt smelled warm and earth-like. She touched her nose to it, however, and found that it was ice-cold and ice-hard, too! Shivering, she withdrew her head from the hole in the snow she'd made, and turned to face J'adore. "See?" she said, as if her expedition with the snow had proven her point that snow could not, in any way, cause problems.

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'Makes it hard to transport things, it's harder to find food, it's cold...but your right, it's not that bad' he said using his paw to scoop up a clump of snow and fling it upwards, letting it fall again. He dashed about in the snow like a puppy, before running out of breathe and collapsing onto the snow, giggling. 'You right, that's fun!' he laughed. He really was just a two (nearly three) year old puppy. He always had been childish, his parents often told him to grow up, even though he never really got into any trouble. Yes, it was very few times he'd gotten in trouble. He was normally reading or writing and didn't have the time to run amuck. He was playful, all through his life he guess he would always be. This is why he got on with the younger canines. He stood up and shook the snow from his fur. ’I like you’ he said, echo his past, as he said it like a pup, ’You fun!’ No he’d never really grown up at all. He could be serious, but if there was nothing important going on, why walk around like frozen cardboard. It just didn’t make sense.
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She romped around in the snow as J'adore said that she was right, and that the snow wasn't all that bad - of course she was right! Explorers were always right! She giggled as the golden and black man flung up a clump of snow, letting it fall like raindrops on the ground. One of the bits flipped up and smacked Fia in the forehead, and she laughed even harder as the snow melted down her face. She let a pink tongue run out and lick it off - it was icy cold, and was fresh on her tongue.

She was glad when she saw that J'adore was running around in the snow just like she was doing. She began to run around as well, romping and making a general ruckus of everything. J'adore was a fun grown up - most of them were boring, telling you not to do this and not to do that, but J'adore was being fun! She giggled as he collapsed onto the snow and said that she was fun.

"I like you too! You's fun, too! You's the funnest explorer," she said with a certain level of certainty that all pups had - he was the only explorer she knew, in fact, but that didn't stop her from saying that he was the funnest as well. The snow had stopped falling now, and the wind had stopped howling, allowing a small crack of the sun to peek out from the solid gray wall of clouds that was above their heads. It shed a small amount of heat on the two wolves, and Fia looked up at the great ball. Not too long, though - she had heard of a tale that if you looked at the sun for too long, it would burn your eyes.

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J'adore rolled about on his back for a while before flipping around to Fia. 'I should be going now...' he frowned,'But I'll come back another time'. He was sure he'd come across Fia again and then they could playmore. He had never been a mature adult, had he his moments. But the majority of his time was spent being youthful. He was supposed to be somewhere now, but had lost track of time. He stood up and shook the snow from his legs. 'Bye!' he grinned and bounded off out of sight. He truly wanted to see the young pup again, and as much as he wanted to stay, he did have other things to do. His fire tending duites mainly. The snow was now up to his knee in his Lupus form, it was only going to get deeper too. His body moved fast as he raced home. When he got back he found his duties still undone. With a sigh, he left to chop more wood. He chucked them on the pile and left for home. How did he get from fighting lions to chopping firewood. Not that he didn't like his job. He was happy playing with fire and was content with his places in life, but where was the danger? Not here!
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Fia grinned as she rolled around in the snow - she hadn't had this much fun in forever! She loved the white snow and danced in it, letting her legs fly up and allow snow to roll down her back and shoulders. She stopped romping and turned her movements into a dance, one that she shared with the white fluff as it sprayed over her head and around her paws. She twirled in the substance, letting the snow and fur fly as it was, and she seemed like she was one with the snow - a perfectly white pelt blending in with the perfectly white snow.

She watched as J'adore danced with her, too, even though maybe in his mind he wasn't dancing, but romping around like a pup. She was glad that he had come to Crimson Dreams again - even if he left, for some reason Fia didn't know, he did come back! Maybe he wanted to be an explorer rather than a Dreamer, deciding to go from pack to pack instead of staying with family and friends. That didn't mean he couldn't visit, though - that was what Fia was going to do! She was going to adventure all around the world, but always visit whenever she got the chance. She watched the man some more. His golden fur and black paws reminded her of the fiery sun and things that burned when they got too hot. She giggled - what if J'adore turned into a real sun and melted all the snow! She was about to say something along these lines as a joke, and was interrupted when J'adore said he had to go.

She stopped dancing and looked at the golden man. "Okays!" she said, glad that he had come. "Bye bye! I hope I sees you later!" She then stood and realized that she was, in fact, cold as the man walked away. It seemed like he was a tiny golden sun, and he was walking away. The sun peaked out of the clouds, but all Fia could feel was the cold, now. Her thick fur was soaked to the skin. She giggled once - it was cold, but the snow was so fun - and began to trek back home to her parents.

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