WC:365. - Daddy just had to join in on this hilarious thread. But it's still open to anyone! 
Nuki I hope you don't mind the slight pp? I'll change it if you do.
He had been at his craft when he heard the scream. Bangle was surrounded on his front porch by several sticks, of all different shapes and sizes. That afternoon he sat there, on the wooden floor, inspecting sticks for just the right ones. The craftsman observed his wild daughter and quiet son grow at an alarming rate, and soon they'd be able to turn and explore the world unlike they could before. For just an occasion, the coywolf was preparing to make them simple hunting weapons, to use when they could stand on two legs.
His small carving knife was between the male's lips, as he inspected a choice stick that was sturdy. Both objects fell in an instant and his ears perked up high, when he heard a scream, but his large ears dropped like weights when Bangle heard his daughter's familiar voice. Scrambling, all of Bangle's baubles erupted in noise as he leaped off of the porch of his shack, leaving all of his things behind, and dashed towards the stables. "'Zul?!" The orange-eyed male called out, the scream so urgent that the coywolf only feared the worst. Memories of Nathaniel swam in his head as he kicked up dust, rounding the corner to the entrance of the stables when a flash of white charged at him. Caught unaware, the coywolf caught Erzulie's heavy incoming form with his own, and they both crashed onto the hard packed earth.
Bangle grit his teeth as they fell, and had wrapped his hands around his daughters body in the process. His fear overcame the pain he felt when he fell, and his eyes stared up at Erzulie when the dust around them settled. "'Zulie, what's th' matter? What's wrong?" His tone was hard, and questions demanding, quickly propping himself up on his arms. Salmon tongue hung from his mouth as he panted, eyes darting from the pup on his lap towards the dark stable entrance. In no time at all, he watched as a half-dead chicken emerged into the light, leaving blood in its wake. Bangle kicked backwards slightly, a protective hand suddenly wrapping around the pure colored body of the female. "What... what is that?"
Image courtesy of EJP Photo@Flickr; Table by the Mentors!
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