WC: 370+ Forgive the flow, I am lacking in creative push lately

Saxif had returned to the borders of her home. She had a trying couple weeks in Pheonix Valley, but the barn was finished and was something the ivory wolf would pride in for years to come. She had checked her traps and found some had been robbed in her absence but she was fine with that. She had meant to take them home before her leave but figured at least others would get a meal thanks to her. The freshest catches had been two rabbits and a squirrel. She was glad and hoped to bring home the offering to her hospitable pack mates. She missed her new home because it had been such a short week before she was sent on her first major job. She thought to herself that she wouldn’t leave the grounds for days unless to check her traps.

Saxif wondered what her pack mates might think of her new colours. It had been a gift to herself, a pledge to her new found confidence. Her ivory fur was now dyed with reddish pink streaks a top her head to her shoulders. Just below her left eye a vine of red spirals. She wanted to feel unique when the rainbow wolf offered her the option to colour herself. She felt he had helped her accomplish this task.

The decorated blonde wolf tied the final rabbit to her belt and set her last trap. She excitedly set on her way to the borders of Aniwaya fixed on falling into the hammock of her shared home. She would wait to say hi to her friends, her exhaustion winning over societal need.

Before she reached the borders she noticed a smell in the air. It was the presence of someone else nearby. She felt it her duty to seek out who was lurking on the perimeter of her pack. She wondered if it was someone doing patrols or if it was a newcomer. This time of night had often raised her heartbeat, her anxiety rose; it was exciting to seek out something in such low light. It was the hunter in her; she enjoyed scouting prey and moving in a silent manner. If it was a friend she would hopefully surprise them, if not at least she would get first glance.

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She seen the younger pale female shortly after finding the scent, she quietly shifted about her. The female was aware of her presence after a few seconds of her play. Saxif felt she still needs to work on her sneakiness in her optime form, well maybe all forms. She picked up a twig to see if the girl would find her. As she snapped it the sound echoed in the quiet of the night making it seem to eminate from various directions. She tired of her game quickly. Saxif knew this wolf to be the one people called Ayasha. The first time she had seen her she knew who she was but had felt awkward to approach her before. She had smelled of a male she had met a week before her arrival to Aniwaya and knew this was the one he had adored.

Saxif smiled lightly before stepping from behind a nearby brush. Good evening Ayasha, you have good senses. The decorated ivory wolf had noticed then as she stepped closer that the girl was troubled and tired. Forgive me if I scared you. She lifted her string of catches just then. Care for a snack?The young hunter hoped it would make the girl feel better. Little did she know that the white wolf bore news that would soon become her own troubles.

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Saxif held out her hand a moment after Ayasha spoke. Forgive me my name is Saxif Goldenfeather and yes I am indeed a hunter. The wolf’s face became thoughtful just then. What has been going on lately? She absently played with the small wolf carving hanging on her neck, it was as though she sort of sensed what the pup was about to speak. She tilted her head to the side questioningly. Saxif couldn’t imagine what troubles could be brought to this pack of noble canines. All she knew is that what ever it was she would stand strong and protect her village with no question or regret. She hoped the seriousness of the issue would be mundane, a problem just within the pup’s personal life. The ivory wolf often enjoyed being a listening ear so long as her own past troubles were kept to herself.

Her newest of friends in the pack was a great example of how she enjoyed being a friend. The scarred female was her greatest envy she didn’t know how to describe it but just that she adored her. Saxif was raised to honor the brave and that is how she saw the girl. She was curious to learn of the news the pup bore so she asked the question again. What has happened Ayasha?

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The ivory wolf’s heart sank as her stomach grew hot. Someone had harmed her friend. Her thoughts ran rampant with vengeance and worry. What had they done to her? Was she ok? Her heart pounded as the thoughts grew dark. The things she would do to the one responsible for laying a paw on her friend. She thought of how she would hunt them like a lowly rabbit. Quietly sneaking on their trail and hanging them with thin rope until their necks snapped or throat bled. She thought further yet to the gruesome outcome of their inevitable demise, the gutting and skinning.

She was pacing back and forth silently in front of the pup thankful her thoughts were her hidden. She gripped the small wolf that hung on her neck with a tight clutch her thoughts now back to worry. Yes Shiloh made this for me. Is she ok? Is she safe? She started for the village suddenly but stopped abruptly. She shouldn’t leave the pup alone, especially at this time of night.

She sat just then overwhelmed with exhaust and emotion unable to bear her weight no more. Saxif had never known of someone being intentionally and physically hurt by another. It was such a foreign concept to the young wolf but here she was. Presented with an injured friend the perpetrator loose. She did what any friend would do. She cried. It was the first time she had cried since her best friend and sister’s betrayal. Though the emotions were similar she knew this had been worse. It wasn’t her pain to bear it was Shiloh’s. The already scarred female now pained again. It was no moment to envy; it was a moment to feel just as she did. Angry, worried, sad, scared all for her friend and what has happened. Worse yet she didn’t even know what had happened so the worst of the worst bombarded her mind. Therefore Saxif cried for her friend hugging her legs in the dark.

WC: 500+, If you decide they should go sleep we’ll end it there, or they can chat a while longer if you like ^_^

Saxif pressed her face into the pups shoulder as she released her emotions. She gripped her side as though feeling smaller than the young girl in that moment. She had not cried like this since her best friend chose her sister over her and then too she had been comforted in the same manner. The feel of being rocked and comforted by this girl brought back the forgotten or blocked memory. She was comforted not by her uncle, her mother nor her father; the only one who knew of her pain was her guard. The youngest of the three had known she needed just what was provided to her in this particular moment of sadness. He had been with her when the argument erupted between herself and her friend Hillon. It had been the final of many determining factors that made her leave her home those short months back. Her guard was always there for her she realized in that moment, through everything he had always been there. It had been the thought that slowed her gasps and whimpers brought by the worry of her friend Shiloh. She had than similar hope of always having someone, not just in the pup but also in the pack. She would not be judged for weakness just that she was sad for her friend.

She felt exhausted by the overwhelming outburst, she knew it was best to allow the scarred female to heal. She would try to keep her distance and Saxif knew just how hard that would be. She had not made many good friends in the past but felt Shiloh was one of her best, it was why she wore the small-carved wolf around her neck. It was a strange idea because they had not spent a whole lot of time together but Saxif always went with her heart in matters such as this. Therefore she would wait, she would pray and she would follow any command given. She just hoped to be witness to the end of the creature if not brought by her bow. She knew her pack would not rest until this matter was dealt with and she was glad for that.

She realized she had stopped crying and looked at the pup with watery eyes and smiled a tiny smile. Thank you Ayasha, for staying with me. I know you must be exhausted, I am too. She slowly released the pup from her firm grip and carefully wobbled to a stand. If you would like an escort home or to complete your scout I’m more than happy to accompany you. It’s the least I can do. Saxif felt light as though everything that had happened in the past was momentarily gone, the emotions vented in that release. It was a good feeling even though her worry remained. She decided she needed to do this more often, to just let go. Everything that happened was out of her control so the best thing to do was move forward. She reached her hand down to help the girl rise.