old faces, new places
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OOC Name: Erin

Preferred method of contact: PM Savina Marino

Character Name: Nayati Utina

Character Age: 2 years

Character Gender: male

Desired Profession Path: hunting

Regular Wolf or Luperci: Luperci

Spirit Animal: Onawa, puma

How did you hear about 'Souls?: I live here :3

A short history of your character's time in the Tribe: Born into the original AniWaya tribe, became very close friends with Asha Amara and her family while they were young and growing up. Stayed behind when the scouting party left and focused intently on his chosen path as a hunter, becoming skilled in archery, spears, and traps. When Asha returned he was happy to see her, and of course sad to see her go when she left once again. He wanted to follow her to these new lands her father had established and with Onawa's encouragement he set out to follow her to the new tribe lands.



It had been a long journey, perhaps longer than he had expected, but he knew in the end it would be worth it. For as long as it had been, it was not a lonely journey, for he had both Onawa and Iye for company. Nayati could not remember the last time he had felt anything akin to loneliness. When he was not with his family and the tribe he was with his horse and his spirit guide. Even when he did not have Iye with him Onawa was almost always by his side. Sometimes she would slip off but he knew that if he ever needed her she would be back in the span of a heartbeat. He never questioned where she went when she was not with him nor why, for she were far more wise than he could even hope to be. The man trusted her without question and showed her the same respect and deference that he would any elder or chief.

Nayati's coal black nose scented the air, his ears perking in the cold air. "We are close." Yes, Onawa agreed, loping beside the dapple gray stallion and rider. Excitement filled him as if a dam had been broken and he could not help the large grin that came to his features. It had been so long since he had seen Asha's father. News that the former Kalona had retired had been a surprise, but the fact that Dawali had taken her place was a cause for joy. The man had always been kind and humble and such traits were well served to a Kalona. Nayati had no doubt that these new lands were flourishing under his fine example and leadership. From what he had gathered there were few of their people from the original tribe living here, aside from the Amaras, and he was interested to see the people of these lands that had embraced their way of life. Even without meeting them though, they had his respect for adopting their culture.

A fence came into view and as they came up to it the tio came to a halt. For a moment his pale blue eyes looked over the lands, finding the idea that he could have two places that he could call home strange and yet comforting at the same time. Patience was something the male had in abundance, being a hunter, but in this moment it fled from him and his head tipped back to let out a loud call for either Asha or Dawali. He simply could not wait and sit here for one of them to run across him. His howl completely, Nayati hopped down from Iye's back and waited expectantly to see his dear friends.



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The Ayastigi had been traversing the grounds of Grandfather's Tears, perched upon the back of her equine and her Spirit Guide soaring overhead. During the winter months, there was a thick sheen of ice that covered the surface of the four springs, temporarily sheltering and hiding the aquatic resources of fish that were beneath for the time being. Aidan would not dare take both himself and Asha over the surface of ice, no matter how sturdy it may have appeared. Further more, the Amara would not dare to even touch the fish that lurked beneath the cover of ice. There was a strange phenomenon that happened when prey animals had wandered too close to the springs, and then happened to turn up dead not long afterward. There had been no explanation to any of this; not one single evidence to support such a thing, and even Aidan himself was reluctant to go forth even further to get close to the frozen springs. There had been lore that it was cursed for when winter fell. This was among many of the superstitions that the tribe had believed in, and even while Asha knew that this was possibly a risk (even Jaya had silently but firmly advised not to go anymore forth to the springs), there was still a mysterious itch to come and observe. Her nose could even smell recently decayed carcasses, perhaps elk who had wandered in and thought they could get a drink without any harm whatsoever. Surely it had to be just as chilling to Aidan, which gave a nicker and jerked his head back, as if to say best we turn around while we still can.


Asha was daring enough to approach even closer, despite the dismay Aidan was in, but all of a sudden there was a slightly distant howl that caught her ears and made them perk, and for a moment her head lifted and she profusely blinked. The call, it had sounded... utterly familiar. Too familiar, really. It was a call that actually made her heart skip a beat in contemplation, and instantly did her head turn in the direction of the source of the call, attempting to tune her keen hearing in even more. "Aidan, did you hear that too?" She had spoke, even though he probably wouldn't respond with an appropriate answer that she had been looking for. Had it been an illusion, or was it something the spirits here at Grandfather's Tears was pulling a prank on her? In the young Amara's spirit, she just had to go and investigate this; especially with a call that a particular individual from her past had held, and was now calling out to the Amara lineage.


Her heel had gently but firmly prodded Aidan to ride to the source, in which he would gladly do so, just as long as he could get away from the eerie nature of Grandfather's Tears anyway. Jaya had soared long and far above them, even soaring right past the white male with his steed and his own Guide at the very borders. It didn't take long before she had arrived to the caller, and what was before her made her do nearly a thing of a double backflip right off of Aidan's back. Her whole form had straightened up, as she tapped her heel against his flank again to stop, and for a moment she simply stared at the white individual before them. The light blue stripe across his muzzle gave it all away, not to mention his strong blue eyes that rivaled the clear daytime skies, and for the fact that his Spirit Guide was a damned feline out of all the species there were to choose from. It was such an amusing and interesting relationship for a canine and a feline to have a spiritual connection, and it only made her into a grinning fool as her tail behind her began to wag on its own accord. "Well, well, well. If it isn't the infamous Nayati Utina we all know and love." Asha chimed, grinning like a fool and quite surprised to see that he had made the journey from the original lands to these ones.






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I wubs you?
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come dance with the west wind and touch on the mountain tops


His eyes sought the skies and his nose was lifted as a call reached the Kalona's ears. One twitched and moved backwards for a moment before returning to its previous position, reflecting the wolf's confusion. He certainly recognized that voice; it had been a long time, but not nearly long enough. Yellow eyes studied the scenery in front of him for a moment as he thought, trying to figure out if he was going crazy, or if he had indeed heard the call of a friend, almost family of sorts. In a spiritual sense, and if he was not growing senile just now, it was indeed the voice of his brother that he had heard. Gvihita appeared out of nowhere, sitting gloomily on his shoulder, staring into a world he could not see. She was always like this, silent company unless any action further than presence was necessary. She also never appeared at all unless she saw either a potential for entertainment, or if she decided that she was needed. Dawali quickly dropped the tools-in-the-making onto the ground in front of his hut and whistled for the fillyy, Belle. How fortunate that she was around, otherwise he might not get there in time.


The pair, horse and wolf, sprung through vegetation in the direction the sounds had come from, and while the horse was merely responding to the signals her rider gave, it was as if her movements were fiercer than usual, even at this speed. Perhaps it was because the Kalona was slightly more eager than usual, as well. His curiosity had been tickled and he raced to the place to find out if he was indeed right; he hoped he was. It had been a very long time since he had seen a familiar face aside from his daughters', and he could get the chance of learning new things about the settlement over there as well. New things that perhaps his two children had thought that he found interesting, but this one would. He knew he was nearing, and he could make out the scent of his friend and his daughter, and just as Belle slowed a little to get around a tree trunk, just before the woods gave way to flatter fields circled with fences, Gvihita jumped from his shoulder and into the sky. She headed forward with a fierceness that was unlike her, and the Chief could tell with one glance that she was in her completely visible form — a rare sight. When he finally gained a visual on the two AniWayans and Belle started to slow down her pace, Dawali waved his one arm up and into the air and called out to the two ahead. A wordless cry, a joyous exclamation, but Gvihita had already beat him to it; a piercing cry came from her as she circled the two (soon to be a group of three) wolves. It seemed that Dawali was not the only one who missed the previous life, and longed to see the symbols and individuals from it. Nayati had grown, though he had been an adult when Dawali had left. Belle slowed gradually, and finally Dawali walked up tot he pair at a comfortable speed, studying his friend carefully as he did. Grinning from one ear to the other, the Chief swung himself from the horse's back and strode over to embrace his friend. This was something entirely unexpected. Pulling away from the short hug (for he didn't have time for long ones when there was catching up to do!), the wide grin was maintained and he struggled with his lack of words. "Why— I don't— Welcome!" Finally, he laughed and winked as he found himself a sentence, quite surprised and not entirely certain if this situation was real at all. "What took you so long?"

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I wubs you! Big Grin



Excitement and anticipation bubbled inside the male's chest as he stood at the edge of the lands that would soon become his new stomping grounds. The split of the tribe, while necessary, had been rough on Nayati. The Amaras had basically been family to him his whole life and having them join the group to establish a new settlement had been a substantial loss for him. Still, at the time he hadn't felt comfortable leaving his parents and the rest of the tribe behind, so he had stayed. All his frustrations had been channeled into pursuing the path of a hunter and he had become quite adept at it. His bow was more an extension of his body than simply a piece of smooth wood. He was also skilled in the use of a spear and traps, but the bow and arrow were his tools of choice. They suited the way he preferred to hunt: stealthily and calculated. It was no surprise that his Guide had turned out to be a puma. Nayati could hunt with a group, but he truly excelled when left to himself. Sometimes he would spend days tracking his prey and the effort was never a waste.

His light eyes picked up on a do in the distant sky and he zeroed in on it, watching it carefully. Soon it materialized into a hawk that soared past him. Had that been Asha's guide? He hadn't gotten a good enough look at it to be sure, but it had to have been either her's or Dawali's. Gaze stayed fixed in the sky until he heard the sound of approaching hoof beats. The excitement spike through him with renewed fervor and he looked expectantly forward, wondering which of the two would be the one to find him. The first thing he saw was her fiery hair and his heart skipped a beat. As Asha approached his smile only grew, his tail waving independently of whatever sense of composure he might have wished to maintain. How could he stay fully composed in a moment such as this though? It would be impossible for any whose heart was not made of stone. As she spoke Nayati grinned up at her, unable to hide the joy that filled his whole form. "The independent and fiery Asha. You're a hard one to track down," he teased. Though in his defense, she had gotten quite the head start on him.

So taken with the sight of his childhood best friend he forgot that her father could be on the way as well, that was until his eagle Guide let forth a screech and began to circle overhead. Nayati's eyes shot up and then looked for the new Kalona who was just about upon them. The younger man returned the wave. It had been much longer since he had seen Dawali, but the man didn't look any different to him. Still the same wolf he had always been. The sudden embrace took him by surprise, and it surely showed on his face for a moment, but then the wide smile returned and he hugged the Kalona back. "Thank you Dawali!" It felt so good to once again be in the presence of his people after such a long journey. Nayati couldn't help but chuckle at the elder's question. "Heavy feet I suppose." His gaze flicked back to Asha for a second and then returned to the chief. "It looks as though things are going well here in these new lands." It was good to see the tribe thriving and his old friends well.

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Nayati had grown up so fast, just as many ayules did, as Asha could tell. Even though the Ayastigi had seen the Utina male many moons ago when she embarked on her second journey back to the primary tribe lands, there had been a sensing quality of maturity and manhood that was felt radiating from him, or so she assumed it to be. Whether or not this was more apparent than previously felt, Asha could (and will) always still remember him as the rowdy, rugged, adventurous little ayule she used to play with when they were both younger and immature. With a smile that spread for miles across her russet maw, her amber gaze simply drank in the appearance of the alabaster male for a moment; just focusing upon the individual that he always had been. She could feel her heart and her soul fill with an immense pride of warmness and fulness, for Nayati had always been something very akin to family, if not an extended portion of family at all. It felt exhilarating to have a member from the primary tribe join the AniWaya that was here; there were so many things to share, so many things to talk about, so many possibilities to practice with a like minded individual.


Patting Aidan against the side of his long tendrils of his mane, the younger Amara decided to hop right off her steed's back. Giving a grunt as she landed, she dusted off her legs in a comical gesture and strode right up to him, with her tail wagging furiously from behind. Asha would always be something of a short stacked individual compared to Nayati, since she was pretty mini sized in general, but that wouldn't stop her from attempting to stand as tall as he did, or anyone else for that matter. She had crossed her arms, and tilted her head to the side in amusement. "Am I, now? Or is it that I just convinced you enough the last time to come here until you were even more blue in the face from me pestering you? No pun intended." Asha had stifled a chuckle, remembering very well from their last meet that she had gushed everything about these AniWaya lands to him, and that she highly recommended him to at least visit if he couldn't entirely leave the primary tribe. Well, maybe she secretly wanted him to come here to live with her father and herself, but she also knew that he had a duty back home in the original lands.


Pivoting her ears forward and up, there was then a cry from the skies that didn't sound like Jaya for once. With a quick glance of confusion, she had looked up as well, seeing the distant circling figure of what appeared to be of an eagle soaring overhead. It didn't take much to connect two and two together, as her amber eyes widened and her jaw fell slightly agape. She couldn't help but indulge in the sight of the eagle, and while it was just a short toed eagle, it wasn't any eagle that just circled above. "I can't believe it. Gvihita?" Asha said in a shocked whisper, looking at Naytai in a crazed manner, and then looking back up. This was the first time Asha would see Gvihita in her true form, as Gvihita was known to have quite a temperament, and really didn't show herself to too many (Asha was actually jealous at Aiyanna for one point that her sister had seen Gvihita once).


The call of her Agidoda, however, would rip her amazement from Gvihita as Dawali made his ways over and embraced Nayati fully. Asha kept her grin, as she stepped back a little to give the males some room to bond. Her tail was still wagging as furiously as ever, as she observed the contours of her father's face, and it had made Asha beam with such happiness to see Dawali in his state of excitement for Nayati. As the hunter commented about the status of these tribe lands, Asha nodded fervently. "Oh, things have been just excellent, and I know even better things are to come for this year!" Her voice hitched in an excited tone, and her tail wagged even faster from behind, if that was even possible!







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This sucks a little ;_;
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come dance with the west wind and touch on the mountain tops


They had a conversation before he arrived, but for once he did not care that he was interrupting. Asha replied to Nayati's question, and Dawali simply nodded in agreement. Though, he would be the one to know, her sentence summed it up nicely. It was good time, and better, now that hehad this one to rely on. The Chief could not decide whether he saw the male as a son, or a friend, or both, but he certainly was proud to see the impressive male he had grown into. Much like the feeling he had gotten when getting his first glance of Asha after a long time alone in these lands, Dawali felt his chest wanting to puff out, and the grin would not stay off his muzzle. One of his rusty hands patted the pale male on the shoulder again, his glance moving from his daughter to his friend and back and forth again. He was lucky, this red wolf, for he had gained two individuals that he cared for, and in a short span of time. But, he would not get over-excited yet. He wanted to know if Nayati was here to stay, or simply visiting. Selfishly, the Chief hoped that he had abandoned the mother tribe to aid their little one, but whether this was even a possibility he could not know. He did not know what kind of a relationship Nayati had with the Chief of the larger tribe, nor what relationships he had there in general. If he had a mate, he would want to ocme back. Thinking this, Dawali realized that there were just too many things he did not know. So many questions! And they could not stand around here all day, either.


Deciding to voice his question in a joke, he smiled and bumped the male's shoulder. "So, you have come to help me hunt, eh? I tell you, around here I am one of the better individuals to handle a bow, and that is saying something! From an AniWayan point of view, Dawali was less than spectacular with the weapon, but around here he was one of the few who could aim and make the shot. Even hit stuff! They would probably drop their jaws to the ground when they saw this young one in action, though. He was far better than the red wolf, as many were.


A breeze flew past him, and Gvihita landed silently (as silent as a big eagle can be) on his shoulder and kept her eyes on their guest. The Chief sensed nothing from her, but then again he never understood her anyway. Glancing at her with a curious face, he gave his attention back to the male and his daughter. "Well we can't stay here all day. Let's show you around, and more importantly; we need to get you some food!" He moved his hand as if to say "follow me" and took some steps towards his horse, intending to lead her along as they made their way to the village. Still, he was grinning. Silly old Dawali.

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The man likewise drank in the appearance of his dear childhood friend, noticing every subtle quality of her face and her golden gaze. The Amaras had been an extended family to him for as long as he could remember. He had been born just two moons before Asha had been and the two had become fast friends such as pups are wont to do. They had spent countless days together playing and roughhousing until the tragedy had hit their home and forced the split of the tribe into two separate parts. Those days had sobered him significantly and set him on the path of becoming a hunter and provider for the tribe. He wanted to be useful and someone that his family could be proud of. He had missed Asha and her father dearly, but even the last time she had come the decision had not been easy. It meant leaving behind his parents and younger siblings, which was not something the Utina had done lightly. Still, he had felt that he could be of more help here, and so he had come.

Asha dismounted and as she walked up to him the pace of his tail matched the pace of her's. It was always exciting to be reunited with someone you had so many fond memories with and such a close bond to. Still, those weren't the only feelings the compact female stirred in his heart he was somewhat ashamed to say. Nayati was an upstanding individual though and so he did his best to push those feelings to the shadows of his mind and focusing on the friendship. She may have been able to stifle her laughter at her comment, but he had not. A jab like that coming from someone he didn't know might have angered him, but Asha had the privilege of teasing him. "That had a good deal to do with it, I can't deny. You made this place sound amazing, though I'll have to look around and make sure you weren't lying," he said with a quick wink. He knew that she hadn't been lying, but he had to play along with their game.

His friend's apparent surprise at seeing the Guide of her father made Nayati think back to the past to remember if he had ever seen the eagle before and he could not say that he had. He knew some people's Guide's chose to hide themselves, but Onawa was almost always in full view and so he forgot that other Guides were not so forthright. The male realized now that this was a special treat he was witnessing that was even special to the man's daughter. But Dawali had joined them and all their attention was back to the reunion of the three AniWayans. If possible, his smile grew even more at Asha's confirmation that things here were well. "That is good to hear, it would have brought my heart sorrow to learn that you had faced strife here." Not all were so accepting of their lifestyle and he would have felt enormous guilt if there had been attacks on them when there were so few of the tribe here. Thankfully, though, that did not seem to be the case and with the Kalona's hand on his shoulder it renewed his faith that coming here had been the right choice.

Nayati chuckled at Dawali's probing just and nodded his head. "I have indeed come to help you hunt. Perhaps I will need to whip your members into shape, eh? Though I am sure they must possess other skills, even if they hold no gift for the bow." Nobody was good at everything. Nayati was certainly a loss at making anything artful or pretty. His fingers were too clumsy for such endeavors. His hands were meant for the bow, other's hands were meant for other tasks. Givhita landed upon the older males shoulder and as her keen eyes watched him the hunter bowed his head in respect and deference to the Guide. Onawa's own eyes looked up to the eagle curiously, the tip of her tail flicking from side to side. "That sounds great, I cannot wait to see how the tribe here looks." As Dawali moved to lead the way Nayati flashed his grin back to Asha again before setting his hand on Iye's neck for a moment as a silent command to follow.

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Edit: I threw this in here since all the IC stuff about joining has been covered. But still, we should keep posting because this thread is fun! Erin: I've requested you titled :3 Shae: Your turn! Big Grin

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Apologies for the delay you two, I had a busy previous week with both college and work. O_x If you two want to speed this up, however, I won’t mind if Nayati and Dawali continue conversation and Asha could simply be following them beaming with excitement. Tongue 566




Although it would be a little ahead of herself to presume that Nayati was officially coming to these tribe lands instead of the original lands, the Amara had a feeling that Nayati was to stay for awhile, she just knew it in her heart. It was a little strange that Jaya had not provided her with dreams or visions of Nayati or anything about him before, although she did have a dream about a cougar several moons ago, but in that time span it would have been too far away to even predict that it was correlated to Nayati in any sense. Still, the simple shock of seeing her childhood friend before her was something that had literally been out of the blue and random. There was an absolutely beaming sense of excitement that was within her and was beginning to fully radiate from her, as her muzzle couldn’t help but stretch in one of the most painful smiles she could muster upon her petite muzzle. This was certainly big news for the rest of the tribe, since Nayati was an original of the first tribe, and there certainly had to be a celebration and welcoming in order for him. This of course would apply to any original AniWaya member from the other tribe lands, as even though there was a great distance between them, they were all connected nonetheless.

The Ayastigi scrunched up her muzzle in a face as if to say, Ha! I knew it! as Nayati admitted that her convincing had somewhat to do with his appearance before herself and Dawali today. With the bit about herself lying, there was a questionable, challenging brow to rise from her, and she also stuck out her tongue a little at him. " “Suit yourself on that. You won’t be disappointed, however.” She was about to go ahead and make a bet with him if she was wrong, but decided to keep the games and fun for later if (and when) Nayati decided to get a little more accustomed to these tribe lands. Glad to hear that there had not been any strife experienced, Asha simply nodded and let her father and Nayati discuss the prospects of archery with their bows and arrows. She simply stood by to listen, until there was a thought that crossed her mind that brought laughter to her leathery wolven lips. " “Oh yeah, not to forget to mention that Dawali also has the skill of fishing now. He can get a pretty good catch, right Agidoda?” The Amara elbowed her father, raising a brow in his direction and laughing.

As Dawali proclaimed that there was much to talk about and see, Asha obligingly followed them to wherever they were destined to leave. She gave a silent, enthusiastic wave to Nayati’s Spirit Guide for a moment, and also took Aidan by the nose so he could follow their group. Every now and then her eyes would stray to her father’s Guide upon his shoulder, making sure to absorb every detail of witnessing Ghivita before she decided not to show herself anymore. Jaya had soared overhead, circling them, as the group had migrated to their destinations, with Asha simply listening and beaming in two of the two males. She made it a point to wedge herself close to Nayati’s flank, glad to be basking in his presence once again.








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Your choice, Shae! <3
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Nayati's words were wise, and they somewhat toned down the edge of his self-criticism. In his own way, the hunter was comfortable to be around. He laughed at the right jokes when appropriate, and he offered his own take on thigs. Dawali was so used to being the only one thinking in the same lines as the old tribe; it was refreshing to have another one. He also took the male's response as a sign that he intended to stay here, and the Chief's tail moved calmly behind him in a sideways motion, revealing his happiness at this decision. "You're right, as always, Nayati. They are not as skilled in most of the AniWayan traditions, but they possess much more knowledge than I on human affairs and hunting in the four-legged form." The big AniWaya, the old AniWaya, had had a few who preferred this form as well, outsiders that had joined through mateship or necessity. But never had the such a large group preferred this style such as in this tribe. Dawali was certain that Nayati would find it intriguing, and he probably would find new uses for these techniques in the existing AniWayan ways of hunting.


They walked and continued their conversation; a mixture of greeting, exchange of news, small-talk and general playfulness. Asha's teasing never really could hit him properly, but she had found a good spot to prod at with the fishing business. She elbowed him, and as his body moved away from her and back into position, ignoring the slightly uncomfortable sensation of her elbow in his side, he let his eyes roll playfully, a smile on his muzzle. Yes yes, he was lousy at fishing, he got it. It was Ember's fault all of it, anyway, luring his interest with that silly fishing stick thing that he couldn't handle at all. Gvihita clicked her beak; she was pleased. Sure, nothing pleased her more than seeing him in any way embarrassed or uncomfortable. He always wanted to think that this was just her way to show affection, but sometimes he doubted it, too. "Well well, I'd like to see you try to handle that strange device, little cheeky girl." He made a motion as if threatening to pinch her face; she hated that. Especially in front of others. As her father, he had one great power; the power to embarrass her, and with a wink and a smile, too.

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Yeah, up to you Shae, though the group aspect of this thread is fun ^^ Oh, also I finally named Nayati's relatives so feel free to have them ask him about them. I assume that they'd at least know his parents and probably his younger siblings as well. 300+



Asha response, both verbal and none, to his teasing brought a hearty laugh from the male's chest. He had missed this. Teasing the other members of the tribe or even his younger siblings was not nearly so fun as exchanging taunts with the Amara femme. "Oh, I have no doubt of that." The two had always had a certain chemistry that couldn't be denied, even from their youngest days. He was only two moons older than her and both had lost their littermates and the two had become fast friends. It was this strong friendship that had lead to the close friendship between his family and her own. Of course the whole tribe was related to each other through bond, but he more closely considered the Amaras family. Dawali was almost a second father to him. It would make his relocation much easier, having them around. It was like moving from one side of his family to the other. Surely the Kalona would enjoy once again having the male companionship of another original tribe member. It must have been hard for him, especially when Asha left his side to return to the original tribe for a time. Dawali was strong though, and had always persevered, even through the most difficult of times. He was interested to hear that many here hunted without the aid of weapons. "I would hardly say I'm always right," he said with humor and Onawa gained an amused glint to her eyes. "It is interesting though, their ways here. To know more about the humans and yet to hunt on four legs. I can't wait to meet one of them."

As they began to move deeper into the territory Onawa gave Asha a polite nod in response to her wave. Even though he was wish her day in and day out he never failed to marvel at the grace with which she moved. It was like water flowing through a river: effortless. As Asha elbowed her father one of his brows rose in query. It seemed he was missing out on some joke. Though as always Dawali had a quick retort for his spirited daughter. Nayati's grin returned to his face and he was intrigued by the mention of this fishing device. "What device is this Dawali? Apparently not a spear, I take it." Whenever he went to fish he used a special spear for the task, as was the usual custom for AniWayans. It seemed that, as with hunting, the wolves around here had a different way of achieving the goal. Asha remained close to his side and he could feel a certain lightness to his step with her so near. He glanced at her again, his pale blue gaze soft as it fell upon her.

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I think I forgot to reply to your PM, Shae, but I'll just keep posting and you can jump in at any time if you would like to keep posting? I don't mind at all :3 <3
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Dawali chuckled as Nayati asseverated that he was not always right. Certainly, when it came to discussions on hunting technique, or rather, anything to do with traps and hunts and weapons, Nayati was mostly right, for Dawali had other things on his mind. Just as Dawali knew more than his friend when it came to the duties of a priest and healer. And the red-furred male didn't doubt for a second that he knew more of his daughter than Dawali did, too, or at least differently. They had been friends since before they knew what friendship was, and he could tell that she was glad to see him, as he was to see her. It warmed him greatly, to have his friend back; it was like a family member returned to them. Now, all that was missing was Aiyanna, but naturally she had to stay behind. Someone had to watch over the tribe. "You should talk to my sub-leader, if you are curious; Ember. She has grown up in these lands and knows many things that I've never even considered." Speaking of her so easily, he suddenly realized he was praising her, and very nearly blushed. That had not been his intention; oh well. Nayati would certainly run into her at some point anyway, so now he knew some subjects to make small-talk with.


Dawali laughed loudly now, at the thought of fishing with the rod, using it as a spear. No, it was far less blunt than simply trying to stab the fish. In fact, it might just be a little too fine an art for him to be able to master. No wonder Ember mastered it; her spirit guide, even, was from the vast oceans. He wondered sometimes, if she wasn't lonely without her guide always by her side, but he always concluded that there was an amount of freedom in having to seek one's guide out, and not have him follow her, like Gvihita followed him. Almost as if she knew his thoughts, Gvihita turned her head and looked at him pointedly, and he felt that there was a scowl in that look, even though her eyes never changed and her face was unable to express such things. Arching an eyebrow at her for a second, he directed his attention at his friend again, smiling. He wasn't beyond seeing the humor in his own failure at mastering the art of the "fishing rod". "It's a strange technique, I'll tell you that. They attach a line to a pole with an advanced pulling mechanism, and bait on the end of the line. And then, they just wait until a fish bites, and pull them in." He paused. It all sounded so easy when he said it like that. "There is a certain way one has to pull the fish in, though. For one used to using a net, it is just a bit too refined, I think." He glanced at his daughter, and expected some playful comment. Still though, the whole ordeal annoyed him a little. To think that it was that hard to just... pull a fish ashore! "Also, I do not possess the patience," he said, smiling wryly.

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True, his knowledge of hunting techniques was quite vast, but beyond that the knowledge that he lacked far outweighed what he had. So much energy and time he had poured into being a hunter had lead to a great neglect for other areas of expertise and he often felt that his focus had been a bit foolhardy. Still though, Onawa had never made an effort to guide him away from his quest to become one of the best hunters the tribe had and he could be comforted by that. Surely if it had been wrong of him to do she would have found a way and diverted his attention to where it should have been. Plus, the knowledge that the tribe would always needs hunters to provide the food was comforting, but of course all the paths in AniWaya were invaluable, each in their own special way. Dawali's specialty was just as important as providing food for the table.



It somewhat surprised him to hear that someone not originally of their tribe had taken up the position as the Kalona's right hand, but upon further thought he saw the wisdom in this. This section of their tribe was not in the lands that they knew and were used to, so it would make sense for someone who was more acquainted with the ways here to take up that honored and respected position. It was just the traditionalist in him that questioned the notion. If Dawali had chosen her though, then surely she was up to the task. "I might have to," he conceded, though of course he would meet her one way or another.



Pale gaze was ever curious upon the chief, especially when he let out his loud, exuberant laughter. One brow cocked up, not entirely sure what was so funny about this way the wolves around here fished. The question was slowly answered, however, when Dawali began to explain the roundabout nature of this device and how it accomplished its purpose. Once the explanation was complete Nayati could not help but snort derisively about this supposed "fishing pole". "It sounds like they make fishing much more complicated than it need be. Why wait on the whims of the fish when you can catch one with a net or spear at your leisure?" It did not make any sense to the pragmatic male. "Patience is required with all things, however to make you expend more than is necessary is foolish. I will need to show them the proper way to fish. This pole appears to be an excuse to be lazy." Laziness in one's duties was something that irked the Utina to no end.

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Short post is short, and now I will start that Cambria/Savina/Dawali thread, kay? :/
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come dance with the west wind and touch on the mountain tops


The conversation topic of Ember was closing, and Dawali let it do so. He did not want to speak of her, for she was always in the way in some way or another. In his head when she was not supposed to be, and now he feared her judgment was clouded by these supposed "feelings" for him. As they moved on to speak of something else, Dawali found himself relieved.


His laugh calmed as he spoke, and had completely stilled by the time Nayati replied. Still, his face gave away that he was greatly humored by their approach, and his own attempt at it. Though he had wanted to master it (who didn't want to master things?), he knew that it was inefficient, especially in rivers. Perhaps it was different in a lake, but everyone knew that rivers were the best places to catch fish. He nodded at his friend's words. "I agree, their fishing pole isn't very effective. I think somehow its purpose extends further than just catching fish, but I can't figure it out. I know I will always prefer a net to a pole, or even a spear, though. Each their own, I suppose." Still, he remembered that it had been entertaining to wait for the fish to bite, even exciting. Then again, it was no less exciting hunting one with a spear. It was just less effective.

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short, close 'em up post!



He tried to imagine how the pole might possibly be a better fishing tool than the ones that he was used to, but no matter which angle he looked at it it made no sense to him. Why make something more difficult than it had to be? This pole just seemed to be a very silly thing and he was adamant about never using one. If any of the tribe here tried to get him to use one he would simply politely decline and show them how to fish with a spear or net. Surely then the wolves around here would see the merit in the AniWayan way of fishing. "Yes, I suppose, but it still seems silly to me. Gathering food is important and you shouldn't use inefficient methods to do it. Perhaps it's just the hunter in me talking though." Nayati took his path seriously and it annoyed him that anyone would take the duty lightly. Still, he could have been speaking a little too harshly about the matter of this fishing pole.



The trio of wolves continued to walk and talk until they reached the village and showed Nayati around. Once they found some food the continued their conversation and reminiscing into the evening. It all made the Utina man very glad he had chose to come here.

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