Emma is around the border so outsiders are welcome.
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At three months old, she felt rather tall. She grew so much in the last month but she didn't notice. She changed every day and just felt like she was one step closer to finding her family. Today, however, Emma decided to leave the territory as long as she could work up the courage. The pack wasn't very helpful, she felt tossed aside while given the occasional meal and making sure they were okay. She did not know the workings of the burden but she felt it, she felt the air around them was not the same. She was not happy and could not find herself in anything other than sadness and emptiness and she could only do her best to make herself happy.
The young girl stood around, hovering the borders of the pack. She had been standing there for some time and never crossed the borders, she never found herself on the other side and running to find her father. Who was to say he was anywhere around here? Was it a feeling? Her golden speckled eyes narrowed, watching ahead of her and just hoped something good would happen. A push or shove across the borders, to have her legs move until they found what she was looking for. It hurt every day that she did not have her family. When Emma realized she was not going to be able to gross the borders, her legs collapsed beneath her, fear overwhelming her growing form. A shiver ran down her spine and her paws crossed over her face and feeling like a failure.
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[html] http://sleepyglow.net/rp/rurik/rurik_tide.jpg);"> Rurik was rather intent on exploring the territory outside of the city; it was only natural that he'd continue past Crimson Dreams, where he'd already met young Cambria, and onward. The Russian was having quite the time of branching out and meeting different canines, though he did spend quite a bit of time with the children. They were often moving and about anyway, though Liliya did stick closer to home than her brother. It was on this occasion that he'd decided to bring her along, in the hopes to introduce her to others and get her out of the house a bit. They had already passed Crimson Dreams, and they were talking quietly as they walked. Lily had already argued her case to stay home and failed miserably, and Rurik was still trying to goad her out of the piss-poor mood she'd picked up.
"Oi, girly, you best wipe that sour look off yer face if you are to make good impression," he chided merrily, which only served to tick her off more. Rurik knew how to push her buttons, and it amused him to annoy her with the little things. In many ways, she was still a dramatic little teenager, though she certainly appeared fully grown. "Shove it," she replied in smug Russian, which immediately wiped the grin right off of Rurik's face. She definitely knew how to push back. Grumbling under his breath, the silvery wolf halted, scenting the upcoming border. He didn't expect someone to be there waiting for him, even if that someone was rather young. By the looks of it, she was no older than Cambria had been when he'd encountered her.
As the Russians approached, the elder of the pair noticed the youth was hiding her face, burying it beneath her paws. Frowning, he paced forward ahead of Lily, who gazed in confusion toward her father some several feet in front of her. "Hey there," the wolf said, speaking softly as not to scare her. "Are you alright?" he questioned, his sable-dipped ears pricking upwards in alarm. Lily sidled up to him, saying nothing but now peered curiously at the younger female.
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The little girl was willing to give up if it meant she would feel better but she was not sure it were possible. Her young mind could not comprehend past the fact she was an orphan, that her family was gone, and she was in the care of strangers she could not open up to. A resentment was growing inside her and she felt a rebellion inside her if she didn't get what she wanted. None of these emotions she could explain, but she knew it would not end until something was gone and if she could not cross that border, it would never end.
Emma caught the smells before they approached and her paws slowly moved so she could peer outward and see two wolves in her direction that she did not recognize. Her dark blue eyes focused on them for a moment, noticing a younger wolf and the older and she immediately assumed their relationship. It might have been different if her world was not in such turmoil but she felt a wild streak of jealousy hit her and she shuffled her weight into a sitting position. Her head hung low and her shoulders angled upward to express her defeat because she had no idea where to hide it.
Her golden speckled eyes looked up and she focused on the girl, temporarily disregarding the question. She didn't want to talk, she didn't want to face her problems anymore, but instead she just watched for a hint on their relationship just so she knew what it was like. She wanted them to be fixed, now, and her family in her loving embrace.
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The silvery wolf was still some distance from the child, and on the respectful side of the border, naturally—he wasn't totally unfamiliar with how these places worked, and he wasn't looking to step on any toes. "Are you waiting for someone?" he asked, thinking perhaps since she was stationed out here on the border, she might have a reason for it. Lily stood a few feet behind her dad, still peering down at the younger canine rather blankly, poking the dirt with her toe. She didn't know how to relate to younger kids at all, and they tended to irritate her more often than not.
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Her eyes were torn away from the female of the pair, the male kneeling down and edging closer. He was still a distance away but she did not feel comfortable with a large male looming over her. Her ears hit the back of her head quietly as she stared up at him, shuffling backward slowly. It may not have been taught to her yet but perhaps it was instinct to slink away from the male gender. Maybe it had been why she was so willing to go along with Zaramama when she found them. Emma had even been reluctant to go with Hemming but the coyote woman had assured her it was all right and they would be taken care of. Physically, they were, but she felt there was something missing, something only her family could provide in addition to the stimulation she needed to learn and advance. She was simply set aside to her own accord.
"My papa," she said with an Italian accent. Her blue eyes focused on the grey male mainly, since he had spoken to her in question form. The female, and younger of the two, remained silent. "I don't... know..." she trailed off and tried to think of what to say but found it difficult to come up with anything. "Wh-where he is," she finished, her words fumbling on her tongue as she struggled, unable to come up with the words soon enough. She didn't get to practice her speech all the time after spending a lot of time on her own but she managed, mainly because she never met anyone new when she was off on her own.
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The werewolf leaned back a little bit, looking contemplative. "Well, how long has he been gone, little one?" he asked, cocking his head to the side. Lily had remained quiet until then, but now she sighed softly, speaking quietly but with a hint of nagging to her voice. "Dad." Turning his head swiftly, Rurik shot her a harsh look, and admonished her quickly. "Liliya." His face was stern as he spoke to her in clipped, harsh Russian. "Wouldn't you want someone to offer help if you lost me?" he asked, and that brought a sympathetic look to the young woman's face at long last.
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Emma watched the two, despite knowing their relationship even with her assumption. The simple word, dad gave it away immediately. It was the word that interrupted her and she instantly looked at the ground when Rurik spoke back at his daughter. She felt awkward after he had such a stern voice, words and an accent she didn't understand nor recognize. It was not English, Italian, or French, and those were the only knows she knew of but she did not dwell on it. It was not something she had room to worry about and her eyes quickly found the elder Russian.
"I loss papà and mamma. Mamma in river," she said quietly. It was one of the first times she was actually clear, willingly giving up the information on what happened. She didn't know whether or not Godelieve was giving up the information but she didn't care what her sister did. "Gruppo says help but no help," she added and curled her tail around her haunches as she glanced upward at her new companions, watching the daughter for a moment. She was so quiet and it unnerved the youngest wolf. It would have been easier for Emma to open up and talk to her but the other didn't seem interested whatsoever.
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Liliya had been less-than-happy to be dragged out of her comfort zone, and now, standing here on some strange border with some strange kid was really making her antsy. Still, she understood her father's sentiment when he'd spoken in harsh Russian to her, and the fact that he'd used their native tongue had reinforced the idea quite a bit. Rurik made a point to speak to his children in English most of the time, especially after they'd actually set off on their voyage, to help increase their proficiency with the language. Lily was stubborn, though, and she had hardly progressed in her lingual skills, and often she refused to speak anything but her mother tongue, despite Rurik's encouragement to learn other languages. Now, she settled down next to Rurik, still remaining quiet but at least looking a little more interested; Lily had lost a sister, and she could not imagine losing a parent. Sympathy briefly flashed on the golden-furred hybrid's face, and her brilliant blue eyes looked to Rurik longingly, wondering what life would be like without his constant presence.
Frowning, the Russian nodded, gathering from her words that her mother was long gone, but her father still lived. She was very young, and her broken words told him that English was probably only one of her languages, possibly not even the first of them. "Stay hopeful. I am sure he is looking for you. I am looking for mine sons, and they are much older than you are," he said with a gentle smile, thinking to use himself as an example to give her hope. "What does papa look like?" he inquired. Rurik hadn't met many canines in his travels here yet, but if he could keep an eye out, he certainly would. Quite suddenly, Lily piped in from just beside him, speaking in her own half-broken English. "If your daddy es anyfing like mine, he veel find ya," she smiled, patting her father lightly on the arm.
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Rurik's words seemed encouraging but she could not see past the fact no one had found her yet. Her blue eyes stared up at him, considering what her father looked like before the female of the pair knelt down nearby and spoke fondly of her father. She swallowed hard and listened, then looked to the male Russian. It would have been so much easier if he was indeed her father. She would have found him. Her eyes trailed away in sadness, wishing it were easier for her to handle. At three months old, she found it difficult to stay positive, even with their efforts in convincing her.
"He is... annerire," she explained at first, not realizing she spoke in Italian and thought nothing of it. Sometimes she had words for things in only Italian or French or English and crossing them were normal to her, there was no one around to correct her. "Ta-tall," she added, indicating his Optime form. It had been the only way she had ever seen him and her mother. "And has pantaloni, blue," she wrapped up and nodded, feeling as if she could see him directly in her mind. She didn't know what else to say in order to explain what her father looked like, she had no idea her brother was with him, she had no idea on whether or not he was alive or looking for her and she was only trying to cling to the last bit of hope she had.
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Liliya knew less of what Emma was saying than her father; she could speak only Russian and her broken form of English, so she quieted back down, for the moment. "A tall, black wolf with blue pants?" the Russian asked, looking to the younger canine for confirmation. "What is your name? I will look for him and tell him his daughter seeks him," the wolf said with a smile. "Does you come across the vater?" Liliya attempted, her heavily accented voice attempting to inquire if Emma had come across the ocean. Rurik glanced at his daughter and gave her an encouraging smile, liking her use of English even if she was less comfortable with the language.
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