Niernan hummed as he trotted back; he was happy after his brief meeting with the young Takekuro. The boy had been shy and withdrawn, but Nier had enjoyed meeting Jiva nonetheless, his fear of tiny Ciaran intriguing and amusing to the black and tan wolf.
Nier had shifted down to his rarely used lupus form for the journey back to their temporary camp, wanting to feel closer to the earth for once, he also covered ground quicker in this form. Ciaran galloped along beside him, the cat having to almost sprint to keep up with his larger wolf friend. It wasn't long until they came to a beautiful but hilly spring meadow, the perfumey scent of flowers practically assaulting his olefactory channels, but his eyes were still able to spot the small, grey-brown rodents that were studiously clipping the heads off of the blooms. He looked around to te Ciaran of the rodents, but the cat had already melted into the undergrowth and was hunting. Nier refrained from chuckling, not wishing to startle the small prey things before he had the chance to expand his hunting experience.
His body dropped to the ground, his elbows and knees pressed into the rocky dirt underneath the fragrant grass as he settled himeslf into a hunting crouch. He crept forwards slowly trying not to rustle the grass with his large body. His ears pricked up as a distressed squeak was abruptly stifled to his left, it seemed that Ciarans hunt had been successful, but Ciarans success was Niernans failure as the lemmings fled back into their burrows. He stood upright and spotted the dark tabby through the grass, busily tucking into the warm flesh of the plump lemming, Jammy bugger. He muttered.
He moved away from the feeding cat, purely out of politeness. A fresh breeze ruffled the grasses and flowers of the meadow, bringing a fresh wave of the smell of spring, but also another smell, a more musty and animal smell. He knew the scent, but he couldn't place it, he snuffled at the air trying to place it. His brain couldn't work fast enough to place the scent even though the owner of said scent had been occupying his thoughts for most of the previous day. His cyan eyes flicked up and he spotted the small form of the female wolf laid in the grass of the hilled meadow. He smiled as he recognised the newest member of the Stormbringer clan, his tail wagging involuntarily as he trotted towards her, Colibri? Is that you? He called out, his tone light and friendly.
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