When the earth was young and the air was sweet

Bangle Guffawri · 05-04-2011, 02:55 PM

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All welcome! He's at the borders presently, and it's about mid-afternoon. +5

He would never admit it, but the former gypsy was elated to be out on his own again.

Days seemed to grow longer, and yet time was running thin for his red haired female, who looked to be bursting at the seams with pregnancy. It was only a matter of days, he felt. And while it meant everything for the coywolf to be there, he also wanted to surprise Skye by bringing back trades from the tribe in the southern lands. Bangle had the pleasure of meeting a couple of its inhabitants, and the wonderful things they wore: Painted feathers, hand-crafted beads of all shapes and hues, cured leather hides for wraps and furs for blankets and bedding. From what he saw, it seemed like the perfect time to issue a trade, things for Skye and for the pack.

The coywolf followed the river, which traveled at a moderate pace, and he was happy to match it. Some sense of freedom kept the craftsman at this pace, feeling almost carefree the farther away from Cercatori he was. No matter how attached to the pack he may have been, to Bangle the open lands were always his home; he belonged everywhere and nowhere at once. The water alongside him surged forward, propelling itself over boulders and other things that may have blocked its path. As he readjusted the heavy pack on his back, things jingled in Bangle's wake as he bushwhacked through the forest, but he maintained his path and his speed. For that moment, he felt much like the river did - nothing could stand in his way of where he wanted to go. The earth had its place for its inhabitants, and though Bangle's journey took him to a single destination, it was getting there that was half the adventure.

He could see the world again, touch the earth and taste the sweet air, and the coywolf was determined to take advantage of this feeling while he could. The male knew he couldn't be gone for very long, a day or two at most, before he'd have to wave his freedom away for some time. As he walked, a nagging feeling in the back of his mind reminded him of the responsibilities that were to come with the furry bundles of joy, that he would have to be around them to protect them, to teach them. Orange eyes closed briefly, feet never once faltering in step on the fresh grass of the plains, shoving the thoughts of fatherhood aside. Bangle shifted the load on his back once more, feeling as if something extra was added onto it, weighing him down just a little bit more as time went on.

As the river dived further and further in, Bangle found himself at the outlines of wide, open plains, surrounded by a wired fence. The enclosure looked grotesque amidst a beautiful, serene place, and Bangle had to stop and observe. Light scents of other wolves hit his nostrils, and the craftsman indeed knew he was close. Stepping away from the line of trees, his decorated form now visible, he scanned the open plains for any signs of life. He had only traveled to a part of AniWaya before, but having come from a different direction left him wondering, large ears twitching anxiously.

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