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If you don't have the time for this, I can make it an AW <3 We can date this for whatever works for your timeline.


After several long days, the fever subsided. Anatole had not gone to look for aid despite the chastising looks from the Spirit, and tended to the wound as he would any other. It had healed over, but the septic state had left scars that ran diagonally from the high point of bone under his eye. They were thin and multiple, obviously caused by a cat. They no longer burned, but he was ashamed of them and now wished he had heeded the advice of the eagle and seen a healer.

Of course, in Aniwaya, a healer would likely be one of the two idiot coyotes that had caused the whole dilemma in the first place. Agitated by the thought, he let out a huff and felt the fur along his spine bristle. A sharp blow made him wheel, but his ferocity lessened upon seeing the large eagle rise back above him. With a grunt he shook his neck and hurried on. The sooner he managed to find the Councilwoman, the better.

Anatole was an odd member of the Tribe because he did not favor the two-legged form. No one had ever directly approached him about it, but he knew such a thing was uncommon and even considered a lesser shape by the more traditional members. Without a true backing in this place, he had formed a differing opinion and favored what felt natural to him. As a scout, this was doubly true.

For now, though, he had a goal. Pale feet carried him quickly towards the home of his leader, ready to face what he was certain would come.


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Opps, hadn't seen this one 'till now :3 I don't really know what date it would be, but I'm not so bothered by the exacts, I know Uli would be around. Feb 6 works for you? IDJ what would be realistic with Anatole's travel and healing, but the fight was on Jan 18.
Sorta pp'd Uli hearing him approach the Town Hall, this be okay?
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Her mind was a turmoil lately. Well, when had it not been, since she had set foot in this place? Authority thrust upon her, blame placed that she could not change. She pushed and pushed at it but it would not budge; it was forever placed on her shoulders, as a representative for the rule which these inhabitants believed had sent Maska. They would not believe her, it seemed, when she said Maska was no representative of theirs. Perhaps she was being paranoid, the hostility imagined, but this was the feeling of hopelessness that sometimes fell over her, and she could sit on her bench in the middle of the cold Town Hall and reflect upon her helplessness, her loneliness and her utter despair. Such spikes of darkness passed, as always, but they left her in a gloom for days after. Still, she attempted to keep her head high, to let nobody see. The truth of it was she missed her family, and her beloved Chief. And sometimes someone to entertain her when she could not sleep at night.


The Town Hall provided good shelter, but its windows had no shutters and its walls had openings here and there where she had not replaced the furs that covered them along the walls. Cold winter air seeped in there, as did scents and sounds from outside. Sometimes, they were welcome. Ulilohi looked up from her distant pondering, fingers absent-mindedly combing through a section of her mane, a braid-to-be. Her hand stopped and she listened again, checked the other senses. Someone was coming by to see her, and if not, to sit by the Great Fire. Company was something she welcomed then, else left to her own devices she could rapidly spin off downward. Anatole, for it was him, she could smell it, might be interested in sharing some of AniWaya's history with her. She walked to the door and exited the building with a ready smile on her face to greet him with.


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The date works for me. :>


The arrival of the Councilwoman was expected, but he still found her presence intimidating—it was her size, he had first imagined, and then later seen the instinctive power of a leader within her behavior. For these reasons he respected her as his superior, and now feared what wrath might befall him should her mood sour. His hesitation was noted and assaulted by a cry from above, and he pinned his ears and hurried on.

As she appeared before him, the wolf folded his ears back. Before he could speak, the great eagle swooped down. With the fire burning nearby, her feathers gleamed brighter than he imagined a true eagle would. Her landing was accented by a flurry of massive wings, settling her on a perch close to the young man that was her ward. Sharp eyed, she looked to the Anasgayv unblinkingly. Certainly her presence would prove that there was a reason for the boy’s absence, and for his behavior.

Lowering himself slightly, the dark wolf averted his eyes from the woman above him. While she was yet smiling, he knew there was much to be said. “Anasgayv,” he greeted formally, the words sounding odd on his accented tongue. His hesitation grew into silence, and it was then the great eagle spoke. “My ward wishes to speak with you about his actions.”

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