Orange Nose & Paws

Ghita Marino · 08-20-2010, 11:08 AM

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=D Aww! I think my heart melted. Bowling for fowl! =D
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The morning seemed almost average to the wolves; nothing particularly beautiful, or anything ugly for that matter. Ivory and grey clouds dotted the periwinkle canvas above, throwing shadows across the meadows as they passed the sun. A light breeze streaked through the blades of emerald and timber alike, as the Optime fae moved through the land. As a Courser, her plan of the day was to check on her pack's herds, and see if she couldn't pick up a few pieces of prey for the pile. There had been one herd in particular that was worrying her, skirting too closely to the edges of their borders, and Ghita was wondering if a good scare in the other direction wouldn't remedy the situation.

If she remembered correctly, the herd was roughly... Nope, not here. Confusion swept through the Huntress and she bent down, using her one good knee to support her weight while the other one was lifted out of the way, to sniff the ground where she had spotted the herd just two days ago. The scent was slightly stale, but distinct - their direction had changed, for the better. The fae's turquoises spotted a few hoofprints here and there, all leading towards the water. It was summer, after all. Maybe they went to the watering hole for a refreshment? It made sense.

Straightening up, the fae trotted after them, not worrying about stealth just yet. She couldn't see, hear, or smell 'her' herd very well, which meant that they couldn't either. If she was lucky, she could catch them at a run just a few kilometers away, but the danger had been avoided for the present. Ghita's knee wasn't hurting too terribly, but she never knew when the pain would flare up once more. So she kept at her comfortable pace, hurrying to the water with a few less cares than when she'd started.

But then her friend's son came into her eyesight. And, from the looks of things, he was being pursued by something much larger and angrier. Heart leaping in her throat, instinct was the only thing that drove her forward, limping as fast as she could all the while she tried to shift. She was simply too slow in this form - she'd never make it to Alder in time! The shift was flawless, thanks to the practice she had put in before her injury, but her knee gave a small spasm of discontent as her bones shifted and thickened, her chestnut hair growing more coarse, into a scrabbly mane. Giant dinner-plate sized paws pounded the earth now, Ghita keeping her bad knee out of use, and her walking stick now clenched in her jaws.

She met the angry goose head-on, fully determined to stop this unpleasant game of tag before her nephew got hurt. Swinging her head, and her walking stick by proxy, she intended to take a chomp at the offending fowl to scare it away, before her wooden pole followed and smacked the bird square in the chest. Blinking in surprise at what she'd accomplished, she watched the bird fly away for a moment, before turning back to the pup in trouble.

Recognizing Anu in him right away, she also remembered her time sitting with Anu's newly expanded family, and recognized Alder as the one who'd taken to her. Hoping he remembered her, especially in her new form, she ventured a question to him, with all of the sounds of motherhood ringing in her tone. "Are you alright, Alder? It's Ghita - do you remember me?" She now stood in front of him, having dropped her walking stick, and bent her head down to meet his level. In her Secui form, she stood much larger than the boy, and had to stoop to not seem so fearsome.

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