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WC: 316 OOC: Both Niro and Jiva are in wolfie form :3
It was bright and early in the morning and Jiva had woken Niro up, though Niro wanted to sleep all the events came crashing down on him and hard. He was sore from the fight, and was nervous that any day they would get someone from AniWaya at their doorstep wanting Foxglove back. He wouldn't allow it. He would rather die than let his own daughter be subjected to such treatment again. Apparently for just being a mutt. He couldn't feel her predicament because he was pure wolf, but he didn't see any reason that they should be any different than any pure blood. Jiva wanted to go out for a run with his father, a morning ritual they started when Niro had come back for the last time from his bird expeditions. He would try not to miss days but there were times where he was doing stuff for the pack itself and Jiva seemed to understand.
He and Jiva ran from their den to the middle of the lands before they stopped, usually around the same area every time they ran. Niro was proud of his boy as he was keeping up better and better with each passing day. He was growing to be such a fine young man and Niro was happy to see him grow up. As they stopped Niro grinned at his son. He put a paw on the boy's head and mussed his hair up.
“That was a good run Jiva, you'll be up there with the rest of us soon enough.”
The huntsman said, grinning happily. Jiva had come home with a pretty fat rat and as far as Niro knew that was his first kill. Yes he was a proud father, even his daughters had made something of themselves and were all strongwilled. He was glad to have all of them accidents or no.
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She still hadn’t seen him yet… She’d been in the lands for a whole, what, thirty-something hours and had not found her brother Niro? Well, in her defense she had arrived very late on the fourth… or was it very early on the fifth?... and riding had taken a lot more out of her than she ever expected. She’d hoped that Ayita, Zafier or someone would pass the message to Niro that she was there, but both of those two were rather busy with pups and other business. After visiting with Ayita the night of her arrival Orin curled up in the bed that once was hers and slept for about a thousand hours. When she awoke she was far too sore to go anywhere, so she’d spent her time lazing about the Chien Hotel much like she used to do, just enjoying the respite.
But after a day Niro had not come to see her, so she figured he hadn’t gotten the message that she was here. She was reluctant to leave the Hotel grounds in case he came calling but was growing restless. If she was to keep to the schedule she had made she would be leaving Cour des Miracles in just a couple days. She didn’t want the time to go by without seeing her brother, but she also couldn’t fathom spending the entire time indoors. So that morning she skipped down the familiar old steps, found the horse that loitered in the yard and put on her bridle, then led her out of the gate.
She followed an old path she knew; one she’d walked with Alaine Winters the first time they had met, looking at the same beautiful and wondrous flora they had talked about that day. The memories made her smile, and soon the woman was lost in thought as she ambled down the pathway.
It wasn’t until Spot decided that she wasn’t moving anymore that Orin returned to the present. The reigns she led the horse by went taut and she was jerked back. A little muffled sound came from the woman and she turned to look at the horse, clicking her tongue in encouragement.
”Hey now, what’s wrong?” She questioned the stubborn horse, patting her nose and expecting her to move forward any moment. When she didn’t she gave a little tug, but still the animal didn’t budge, only stomped a hoof in protest. “Come on. Come ON!” She pulled on the reigns and the horse snorted. “Stop it this instant! I command you to walk! Go! Mush! Move! Andale!” She horse whinnied and tossed her head, jerking the leather and throwing Orin backward. She stumbled and fell back onto her butt, then harrumphed, crossed her arms, and pouted. “Stupid horse.”
Little did she know her brother and nephew were walking by right behind her…
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OOC: Sorry for the short reply, and you has permission to have her drop kick him or whatever she would do 
The two were now at a walking pace, headed to... well anywhere really, they let their feet lead the way, and were talking about a possible hunt when Niro heard the commotion, and saw his sister fighting with a horse. Raising an eyebrow, he was startled to see her there, but it was apparent that she hadn't seen the two family members either, grinning, Niro put a paw to his mouth and moved around the horse, and headed straight for the woman, changing as quickly as he could back to his optime form. Grinning, he walked up behind her to give Orin a great big bearhug from behind. Jiva started giggling a little, Niro wasn't sure if that brought her attention to what was going on or not, but hoped it didn't as he brought his arms around his sister.
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OOC Bit of PP there. You're welcome to write it so her blow doesn't hit, or strikes a different spot.  EDIT: Sudden realization... Uh, did Niro change forms? I'm assuming he hugged her in Optime but I thought he was running with Jiva in Lupus.
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She didn’t notice her family walking nearby, and she was too busy pouting to pay attention to sounds. Not to mention that Niro and Jiva were in full hunt mode, their senses and skills top notch at the moment, whilst Orin felt completely secure in the Court. That is why she was so surprised when she was grabbed from behind.
The Tundra woman bristled, her already floofy coat puffing out twice as much at key spots. She went rigid beneath Niro’s arms and before she could hear the laughter to tip her off she jerked her arm back – a defense move recently taught to her by Shawchert – and knocked Niro square in the crotch with her elbow. Then she heard the laughter and twisted around to see who it was, a look of utter confusion on her face. There was a pup and… “Oh my god, Niro! I’m so sorry!”
She sprang to her feet and put her arms out in apology, trying to reach for him, hoping she hadn’t injured him as badly as she thought. Wait, did she hit him there? She cringed, hoping he was ok and feeling a little like throwing up herself.
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WC: 370 OOC: Why would i do that... that's just perfect and It states in the thread he changed as he moved around the horse !
Niro should have known, after all the woman had been through and all, but it didn't occur to him that she might have thought she was in any danger... up until the point she hit him square in his family jewels. His laughter ceased as he knelt down, biting his lip, trying despirately to keep himself from fainting or crying out. The grey man's eyes were watering as he looked up at Orin, who seemed to notice who it was. Niro rose a hand as he breathed deeply.
Jiva was shocked, he'd just seen someone his his dad and yet there had been no reprieve. He had never hit his mother, but she never hit him either. He never expected his father to just sit there right after getting hit like that.
“How could you do that, that wasn't very nice!”
The pup said angrily, apparently fuming at the woman. Niro put his hand on the boy's shoulder, giving himself another breath before speaking.
“Jiva, sometimes people have to protect themselves. She did what was in her best interest son even if she she didn't know... She did just say she was sorry.”
The man rose stiffly to face his sister, clenching his fists from the pain, but he did have a smile on his face. He was exceedingly happy for a man who just got hit in between the legs, in fact he was more than just happy, he was relieved. She was able to take care of herself without actually needing him or anyone.
“I'm glad to see you learned a few moves. How have you been sister? I didn't know you'd come back. What brings you here?”
The man's voice sounded a little high, but as the time started to pass so did the pain and he started feeling a little more comfortable standing. Jiva wasn't at all convinced He sat on his haunches with a pouting look on his face as though the woman had interrupted something special... in fact she had, but he wouldn't keep that on his shoulders for long. He was a nice kid, so he'd warm up again when he calmed down himself.
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