There was probably a better way to do this...

For Falcon

POSTED: Wed Jan 08, 2020 12:37 pm

The light coming from the front window was enough to wake up Wally, even though it only appeared as a sliver from where he was sleeping. He felt himself uncurl and sit up with a yawn, the cloak falling from his body. He took it off so it could be better used as a blanket and did the same with the wraps so his arms could breathe a bit better. Slowly getting up in the darker building, he stretched his limbs as he walked into the main room, tapping a rusted piece of piping with his toe as he did so. He kept it since it was interesting, but he smacked his foot against it one morning. Nowadays, he only tapped it just to remember it was there.

With his arms wrapped up, the cloak attached securely, and with a few berries in his belly, Wally picked up his spear and was ready for the day. Looking over the main room, he noticed it looked a bit barren, with extra materials or other things placed towards the back wall. It didn't bother him, but maybe he could get a table or something else to make it a bit cozier. Of course, it was rather dark, but Wally would rather keep it like that instead of lighting some candles; while he could stand the presence of fire, it unnerved him and lighting one created more hassle than it was worth. Walking over to the door, he pulled it open a bit to see some snow spill in. Closing it, he thought up his options. He didn't want to throw out the snow again, but maybe there was a way to bypass it...

To anyone passing by, they would probably be shocked to see a spear-like stake be thrown out a window, then followed by a dog. There was enough snow piled out the window to cushion Wally's face-first fall, whose form sunk a bit into the snow piled up. Quickly getting to his feet, he shielded his eyes from the rising sun as he retrieved his spear with a face relatively deadpan compared to what just happened.
Mistfell Vale
Wolverthorne
User avatar
Noah

POSTED: Tue Jan 14, 2020 2:58 pm

OOC :: Words→ 351

The air was cold, but Falcon was warm. She’d heated her clothes by the fire before leaving the house and poured a cup of hot broth to take with her on her rounds. They were just a collection of ever-growing things she started her day with—checking if her packmates needed her help, making sure there were no potential hazards around town, and so on—but she treated them like part of her job. Once Falcon was done, she’d run home to warm her clothes and belly again before heading to Hee Haw Orchard. Maybe she’d stop at Ezra’s papermill too, just to see what he was up to.

The Elkenfrey jumped when a spear landed in her peripheral vision, nearly dropping her half-empty cup. She turned to see Wally tumble out of his window and land face first in the snow. The yearling stood, shielding his eyes from the sun as he did so, and collected his thrown spear. Falcon glanced up the street toward her intended destination, a small clearing on the edge of Winterwynd; she was trying to figure out what to do with the rusted hunks of metal and large, black wheels she’d found covered in dead vines and fresh snow.

”Front door won’t open?” Falcon asked, taking a sip of her broth; the past few days had been cold enough to warrant cooking large pots of it, the excess she couldn’t drink given to families who would. The green-eyed woman glanced at Wally’s front door and noted the large pile of snow that had been blown in front of it; it was melting, but it was still in the way. ”I just have icicles all over my roof.” They were pretty, and heavy, and she’d started knocking down the biggest ones to keep them from damaging her house.

There was also snow piling up against her back door, but she didn’t mind taking the long way around to get to the garden; she just had to avoid banging her head on any icicles.

Note: Falcon uses he/him pronouns publicly (i.e. to most packmates, acquaintances, and strangers) and she/her pronouns privately (i.e. to specific, close friends).
Mistfell Vale
Elkenfrey
User avatar
Alexander
Pack Aide II Drakehund I They stole my dirty socks... :(

POSTED: Wed Jan 15, 2020 12:21 pm

Shaking some of the snow from his fur and brushing off the rest, Wally finally noticed the presence of another luperci. "Mornin'." With the automatic greeting out of the way, the shepherd dog realized who he was speaking to. "How've ye been? I'm guessing yer day started better than me own."

Wally turned to the door. "I'm sure I could've opened it if I tried hard enough, but I didn't really want to shovel it out. It always make me hands chilled." He really needed to get a shovel. He was sure he saw a few in the storage shed, but he had yet to go back to see if there were any there, nor did he feel comfortable taking something from there. The last thing he needed was to cause a pack-wide disaster due to a missing shovel.

"Icicles? Maybe I could knock a few of those down for ye." If there was one good thing Wally liked about the cold, it was the formation of those ice spikes. He had yet to have one threaten his life since he would always use his spear to swipe at them. It was a means to help him practice with his distance, and while he usually got showered by the ice afterwards, he thoroughly enjoyed it to the point he knocked the icicles from some of the unoccupied houses. He didn't know if there were others who shared his love for knocking them down or if they found it a nice addition to the snowy scenery.

Turning his attention to whatever Falcon took a quick look at, Wally asked, "Ye need help with anything? I don't have anythin' important today, so let me know if ye need help." As of now, his plans involved finding a deer and hunting it down, a likely futile effort, and then pick berries. As of late, there seemed to be less berries to be picked. Wally chalked it up to more of the pack picking berries instead of hunting, since deer and rabbits in the area were few and far between.
Mistfell Vale
Wolverthorne
User avatar
Noah

Mistfell Vale