11-26-2009, 03:00 PM
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A young howl reached his ears and he lowered the knife in his hand, for a moment giving his full attention to the sound. It wasn't someone familiar, and he didn't know that many individuals outside his tribe. Who could it be? Hastily tucking the knife into his belt and putting the arrows-to-be inside his den, his thoughts circled this mystery. Clear to him, it was a female, and a young one, but who? There was even a hint of urgency in that howl, and the Kalona wasted no time. With long, powerful strides his lanky legs carried him closer and closer to his tribe's borders. Rain made the ground slippery, and it wasn't better that he had to cross the river to reach his destination: the river bank was soggy and unpredictable these days. In time he could see the fence that circled their land ahead of him, and a solitary figure standing by it — no doubt the one that had called for him. As he drew nearer, he saw it was a young female, holding something in his hands. A bird? His curiosity was tickled, and as he approached her he couldn't keep his eyes from studying both the little creature and the stranger. Introducing himself as he always did, he tipped his head downwards with a smile, lingered there and spoke his name, before rising fully again. In the human world, it might be considered a small, polite bow. "Name's Dawali Amara. Can I help you?" His gaze moved from the bird to the stranger's face, noticing if it was hurt and wondering if that was her affair. After having raised two girls himself, and followed Noir through growing up, he wouldn't put it past this young girl either. |