Like a feather in the wind

Sophie Hughes · 01-01-2012, 10:43 PM

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Word Count → 495 :: That's Boothe for ya! xD

Sophie jumped as a booming voice echoed out toward her, and whipped around, nearly falling into the tide pool before she regained her balance and merely stood there, looking guilty. Boothe, soaking wet and despite his shivering, merely laughed at the order, feeling confidant that, now that Daire was gone, no one could make him do anything. Sophie hovered uncertainly, but at the threat of something making a snack out of her brother, she slunk over toward the old-looking wolf, watching her brother uncertainly.

Boothe's reaction to other things in the water was a rather petulant, "You can't make me, you can't make me!" Sophie paused when she was a little ways away from the wolf, her ears swiveling uncertainly. "Hey, misser..." She began, hesitantly, looking up at him with wide, fearful eyes. "Whassa...whassa shark? 'S my broofer gonna ge' eat?" She didn't like that thought, and because her question seemed rather stupid considering he'd actually already said Boothe was going to be eaten, she turned with a little whine and hovered uncertainly before she filled her tiny lungs to give most probably the loudest sound she'd ever made.

"Boof better get out water now or Sophie gonna find Faffer!" She wouldn't, really, because Daire was long gone by now and her father terrified her to no end, anyway, but she could at the very least tell Leon that Boothe had been bad and not listened to his elders, and then he'd get in trouble. Probably not as bad as if Father were still around, but Leon would be angry, too.

Boothe stopped paddling and disappeared under the surface for a moment, before he reappeared. There were a few long moments of his bobbing and reapearing, and then Sophie realized he was slowly making his way back, most likely sulking all the while. He knew she actually wouldn't, she was even more scared of Daire than he was--and that was saying something--but he wouldn't call her on it, considering the fact that if she'd used the threat at all she must be really worried. While he made his way back, Sophie looked up at the stranger uncertainly, and shifted uncomfortably at the question.

She knew she shouldn't have wandered away from the clearing--she wasn't even old enough to leave the den yet, not technically--but Daire hadn't taken that into consideration when he'd dragged them across the continent to Nova Scotia in the first place, and now...well, she rather liked that thrill of adventure, now that he wasn't around. So she whined, trying to think of a way to avoid the question, and finally had to admit, "We're not a's'posed to be. But Broofer Leon sick, and Broofer Trig has'a take care o' him." Sophie nodded firmly, as though this meant that of course they could go off and explore on their own, but after a few nods her hesitant expression belied the fact that she still knew better.

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