06-24-2010, 05:46 PM
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<3 WC: 391 Gvihita's head moved sideways for a moment, studying the pups. So used to her, Dawali thought nothing of her, but her form was easily intimidating to anyone else. Not only was she a predatory bird, but her sheer size made for a lasting impression, and the ease with which he carried her on his shoulder likely did not lessen the impact of their shared appearance. To him, she weighed nothing unless she wanted to make him feel it, but his acquaintances rarely knew this. More often than not they took her for an actual bird, and often, the Chief did not correct the assumption unless the subject entered the conversation through the other. Especially when visiting other packs, he did not mind this added display of power to his form; it very quickly established his identity. That was, if Gvihita actually showed herself at all. As unwelcoming as her appearance was, however, Dawali was the exact opposite, and he smiled widely and glanced at the little ones first, then warmly to Cambria. "Ah, that explains a few things, then." He had never picked up that piece of information, but it made sense that his student was born in April also; with her strength, he shouldn't be surprised. "I'm certain March is just as good a moon to be born in; after all, it is the very start of spring itself." He had always found spring the most enjoyable part of the year. He glanced at Gvihita at their mention and nodded at Savina, confirming her assumption. "Gvihita... she is something else entirely. They are our guides, of sorts. Spirits, I guess you could call them." The Chief very nearly smirked as he spoke; he knew she hated being talked about without taking part herself, but he very nearly gawked as her voice answered Savina's question. Gvihita usually did not speak with others, especially not loudly. Her voice was hard to describe, as a sound both natural and unnatural coming from a beak, but it suited her. Her face did not allow for complicated expressions such as the wolves' faces, and she merely stared at the Crimson Dreams leader and her daughter. "We have an obligation to guide those that ask for our help." Her gaze returned to the youngest, and she didn't say anything else. Dawali stared at her for a second before he elaborated somewhat. "They have aided our kind for generations." He was not sure for how long; he had never dared ask the elders. |