Ranging Out

Lila

POSTED: Tue Aug 19, 2014 7:00 pm

OOC: Mid day, 19th August

After getting lost the first time, Arno had been a lot more cautious about heading out into the woods. He couldn't stay cooped up in the village forever though, and eventually trying to do so would drive him mad! So, bit by bit, he had started to probe his way out from the village, memorising the terrain as he went so he would have a reference point if he lost his way. In the end, it was all a matter of time. Not only was Arno slowly learning the territory by sight, he was also learning to recognise the scents of the territory and his packmates, and navigate by them.

Even going slowly like he was, there was plenty to see in the territory. Arno had passed through many areas in his short life but had never really stopped to properly look around somewhere and find all the interesting little secrets. They had always been in a constant state of flux, ready and needing to move on just as soon as they had gotten a basic look at an area. There was no need for that now though, and Arno had as long as he wanted to pick over all the little secrets hidden away in Vinátta.

For now though, the big things were what caught his attention. In particular this day, Arno had ranged a bit farther towards the large body of water that lay near them, spending some time splashing about in the shallows and padding his way along the shore. The lake itself was quite the spectacle, but Arno's attention had quickly been drawn away by a small cluster of buildings. Unlike the buildings of the village, these rose into the sky with thick walls of wood and stone, and from inside them Arno could hear and smell some sort of animal that he had never encountered before.

Most curious though was the nearby field. A decent sized section of it had been fenced off and inside this enclosed area were... clouds? Arno had double-checked himself when he first saw it and blinked furiously, wondering if he had something in his eye, but it seemed that there was indeed a large group of small, ground-bound clouds inside the field. Had the Vinattans stolen them from the sky with witchcraft? Or was there something else going on here? Deciding that he just had to get a better look and figure it out, Arno crouched low in the grass and started sneaking his way towards the field and the captured clouds within.
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POSTED: Tue Aug 26, 2014 1:05 am

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Unaware of Arno's presence, Lila trotted across the pen containing the sheep, her Jambalaya eyes trained exclusively on the flock. She had seen one of the ewes limping, and decided to cut it from the herd so that it could be checked by one of the Starfa. She had checked with Joon, who had agreed that the sheep should be looked at even though it was likely nothing serious, and gotten his blessing to bring her into the barn where her foot could be looked at and if the situation required it, she could be separated till it was all better.

She was very matter-of-fact in her movements, a vast contrast from just a few short months ago when she had been happy to scatter the sheep to the four winds for fun. Now she thought about every move before it was put into action, especially in this instance. She was in her Lupus form, for ease in separating the wooly sheep from her compatriots, and the flock were eyeing her warily. The beasts were not particularly smart, which was why it was so easy to chase them hither and yon, and they tended not to realize that the four-legged predators that did the driving were the same two-legged Optime that took care of them. If Lila were not careful, she could send them into a frenzy and, if something were actually wrong with the ewe, she could injure herself further. The twins leaned against the doorway of the barn, their matched arms crossed over identical chests.

Abruptly she halted and dropped to her belly in the grass, her head nearly touching the ground. The sheep milled uncertainly into a group, but did not move very far. She watched as they went back to cropping the green tendrils, spreading themselves out somewhat. They did not quite ignore her, but neither did they stare at her. Bit by bit the ewe she was targeting moved toward the fringes of the bunch. In a fluid motion, Lila was on her feet and sprinting toward the flock, her tail and head set low. The slower-moving ewe was easy to split from the others, all it took was timing and being closer to the flock than she was; a lunge toward her ultimately turned her away. But the ewe did not like being alone. Showing a fascinating boldness the sheep bobbed her head down and feinted as though to strike Lila head-on but the border collie dodged and returned the motion, her brown eyes locked on the sheep's hazel ones.

When Lila repeated the motion, the ewe gave up and backed away, then turned. Lila dogged her heels at a walk, turning her toward the barn by drifting toward her outside but otherwise following directly behind her. She slowed to ease the pressure the ewe felt, letting the female pick her own pace till finally Jin and Joon could gather her into the barn on foot. Then she turned away, eager to flop under a tree and pant away the exertion.

Upon turning, though, she saw the audience she had not known she had, watching the sheep that had likely thundered right past him. Hey, you okay? The male was inside the pasture, and though she thought that the sheep would have avoided his four-legged self instead of challenging him, she felt she ought to be sure. She trotted toward him, tongue hanging out of her mouth. She wondered why the dingo twins had not mentioned that he was there; they had not even glanced in his direction so far as she had seen.

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POSTED: Tue Aug 26, 2014 7:48 pm

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It didn't take Arno long to make his way up to the fenced in area, the young canine moving swiftly across the open ground and slipping through a tight hole under the fence. He stopped just inside of the wooden boundary, watching with interest the goings on in the field. What Arno had thought at a distance to be some sort of cloud, turned out to be some sort of animal he had never seen before. Short, stocky, and clad in thick white coats of fur that gave them their unusual appearance. The animals didn't seem to actually be doing anything that Arno could tell, just standing around in a big clump and eating the grass. Feeling somewhat disappointed Arno dropped down onto his stomach in the longer grass near the fence and lay watching the animals for a short while, waiting for them to do something interesting, until another moving figure caught his attention.

Arno wasn't the only canine in the field, it seemed. Another had appeared; a small doggish looking canine with black and white fur, walking on four legs like him rather than two like many others of the pack. The girl didn't seem to notice him lay at the edge of the field, instead focusing her attention on the cloud-animals. He wasn't quite sure what the girl was doing as she crept around near the animals, but it was more interesting than just watching them mill around.

Suddenly the girl darted forwards and as one the flock of animals took off running in her wake. The girl seemed to have a particular target in mind and Arno watched, impressed, as she deftly separated one of the animals from the group and herded it over to the nearby buildings, though for what he still had no clue. As the girl turned away from them the other animals kept running, heading right his way!

A playful glint bled into Arno's eyes and he shifted his weight, keeping low to the grass but tensing his muscles as he watched the approaching animals. At almost the last minute he lunged forwards, stopping just short of the animals as they bleated in shock, a ripple of shock – almost a literal ripple at the animals bumped into each other – ran through the flock and they abruptly changed course away from him. Letting loose a low bark of laughter Arno plopped down onto his hindquarters, watching the animals flee for a moment before turning his attention back to the building where the girl had gone.

As it turned out, he had caught the girl's attention somehow and she was headed over his direction. As the girl came closer and he got a better look at her Arno could see that she looked to be somewhat around his age, at a guess probably a little bit older than him. That was a change; most of those he had encountered so far had been a fair bit older than him.

”Yep!” he answered brightly as the girl came close enough to talk, asking if he was okay. He wondered for a second why he wouldn't be, before shrugging lightly, his mind skipping to other thoughts. “That looks fun.” he commented, gesturing at the animals with his muzzle.

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POSTED: Sun Sep 21, 2014 5:05 am

Annnd it sucks because I was up too late and was falling asleep at the computer.. +330

The male answered her query brightly, and she merely nodded, accepting that he would have said something had he been kicked or butted and moving on. He seemed to do the same as he pointed out that what she had done, the cutting of the sheep, looked fun. The same look she knew was often in her own eyes swelled now in spite of the fatigue from what she had just done, and she nodded exuberantly. It is! The sheep have been trained, sort of, to run from wolves on four legs but don't mind the Optime formed ones too much. It's not really training, it's more like taking advantage of what they will do anyway, but anyway!

She stopped herself, fully aware that she had just begun babbling, her tail waving softly behind her as she actually looked at the boy. He was mottled shades of brown, with a creamy color in some of the places she was white, and he appeared to be a mix of canines like herself, instead of just one. She was not yet able to pick species out of scents, however, especially having just met Arno, and so she could not be certain. Uhhhhh, I'm Lila! I'm a Hollr here in Vinátta, though I'm hoping to move into a Starfa rank before too long. Starfa is the animal caring path, and even if it didn't look like it, what I was doing is part of caring for the sheep. The one I separated has a hurt foot and needs to be looked at by someone who knows more than me.

She changed subject again as she cocked her head curiously at Arno. I don't think I've seen you around before. You fairly new?What's your name? Though it was extremely tempting to fire off questions as fast as she could speak, Lila forced herself to slow down, let him speak before she did.

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POSTED: Sun Sep 21, 2014 9:25 pm

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Arno's ears perked in interest as the stranger started talking about the odd cloud-creatures, which were apparently called “sheep”. A lot of what she said didn't really mean much beyond the basics, but her enthusiasm about the beasts was contagious and Arno found his tail wagging along as she spoke. As the girl continued talking after her pause, what she was saying about the creatures and moving them about started to make more sense; as a non-luperci herding and caring for animals didn't really mean much to Arno instinctively, but he had heard about it in general from his mother. It seemed that the girl he was speaking to was training to care for the animals that were kept here, which sounded like an interesting role. Not one that immediately stood out to Arno as something he might want to do – though, Arno hadn;t really thought about that much at all – but he was certainly interested in learning more about it.

“Yeah, me and Ma just joined the pack a few days ago.” he answered her question, pausing for a moment as he tried to recall what his own rank was and failed. “I'm Arno Rousseau.” he finished, giving up on the whole rank thing; he was still having trouble with remembering the odd words that Vinatta used for many things. Despite speaking two languages, Arno wasn't very good at learning new ones; he had simply been raised on the two almost equally. He absently wondered if “sheep” was one of those words, or just some English that he hadn't yet encountered.

Thinking about the word brought Arno's thoughts back to the actual animal, and he eagerly looked at Lila. “Why do you look after the sheep? Do they taste good? Do they do anything?” he asked, the questions tumbling fast out of his mouth.

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POSTED: Sun Sep 21, 2014 10:45 pm

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The male was listening intently as far as Lila could tell with his perked up ears and wagging tail. He seemed interested in the sheep, and in what she was doing with them. Enlightenment dawned on Lila's face as Arno explained that he and his mother had just come into Vinátta and returned her introduction. She grinned widely and her tail went all the faster You're a Risna, then. Welcome to Vinátta! I bet you'll like it here.

The male went on to ask questions about the sheep, and Lila zoned into her "job" again. Mostly the sheep don't do anything but eat, sleep, and poop, and make babies. But we can use those babies to trade with other packs that have what we need and don't have, so they can have sheep, too. They also taste good, but we don't eat them very often. She motioned to the fluffy white beasts. Their most valuable part is their wool, which is like their fur. Every once in awhile we cut their fur and give it to others that make it into thread and cloth that can be made into bandages, clothes, and blankets.

She sat on her rump facing her charges, who went on grazing blissfully unaware of her presence. She knew if she approached them they would move but at the moment there was no reason to chase the creatures.

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POSTED: Sun Oct 05, 2014 9:43 pm

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Very sorry for the wait, university has been wearing steel toecaps and aiming for the groin.

Arno's head cocked to one side as he listened intently to Lila's explanation of the sheep. The fluffy animals certainly sounded a lot more useful than they looked, though admittedly that wasn't really that useful in his eyes considering that Lila said it was pretty rare to eat the creatures. He supposed that things like clothes and trading were more useful to the Luperci of the pack, though Arno himself had gotten some use out what he guessed was a blanket made out of these creatures.

Still, despite getting what Lila was talking about, Arno still couldn't wrap his head around these fluffy, dopey looking creatures actually being useful and worth looking after. The general concept of looking after animals made sense to him – much easier to hunt them when you had them trapped in a big pen like this – but surely there were better animals to do it with.

“But, why sheep?” he started questioningly, “Why not something... I dunno, bigger? Like deer or something? They're pretty tasty, and you Luperci guys can make blankets and things with deer skin as well can't ya?”

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