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Helotes Lykoi · 01-07-2012, 01:00 AM

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Helotes has come to save the DAAAYYYY / +621

The wind was brutal tonight and the dark Lykoi sat upon his steed like a stone upon a mountain. The two of them were unmoving, as the ferocity of winter finally decided to fully show itself, and snow and wind whipped around them. But they were not disturbed by it, for the rider had the thickest of coyote fur, and that would have been enough on its own, but it was also enhanced by the large and thick gray pelt of a wolf worn as a cloak. All in all, Helotes was quite toasty, and Yegua, his mare, was covered in a beautiful deerskin hide. Perhaps the cold did bother her, but she was trained to show no discomfort, and Helotes was sure that her strong muscles were nourished and protected by thick stores of fat; Helotes had not gone easy on the grain as it had gotten colder.

The two of them stood on the crest of a hill, the snow up past Yegua’s ankles, but it was here that one could get the best vantage point. Umber eyes scanned the area and black tipped ears rotated slowly. Nothing, only the sound of the wind and blinding white of the snow; Helotes sighed. With a sharp click of his tongue he set his horse into motion and she made a small nicker of approval, as if saying "About time." Helotes felt that more time he spent with the mare the more he seemed to understand her language. He knew it was possible for verbal communication, even between a horse and coyote, why the Aquila’s raven friend spoke fluently in the canine high tongue, so why could Helotes not speak to his horse? He at times tried mimicking her sounds, but it would just send her into a frenzy of chirping neighs that sounded distinctly like laughter. Helotes felt that eventually he would have to find someone with the skill of the tongue to teach him.

Helotes let Yegua go at her own pace, for she was sure footed in the snow and would know the best direction. While he let her meander to her own accord, he kept his head high, still on the lookout for anything of interest, at times having to squint his eyes in the wind. It seemed as no creature wanted to venture out today, save his crazy ass. But suddenly a cry of help cut through the air; perhaps he had been wrong. Turning her then towards the sound, Helotes quickened her pace, but her trot was soon hindered by the depth of the snow. Yegua trudged through though, her breath coming out in frosty huffs that were immediately blown away. Suddenly Helotes spied something brown half buried in the snow, and he leaned down to retrieve it; a hat? Finally, Yegua sensing some danger, stopped and turned around to look at Helotes and mutter at him in her equine way. Helotes dismounted, the snow having gone up to his thighs if it weren't for his large, snow-shoe like paws. He walked several yards further until he saw that the snow had fallen away, and there, half buried, was a young coyote male, still in the grips of pup-hood.

Helotes quickly went into action, slowly edging down where the embankment had collapsed until he was near the boy, he then began to dig him out. Large paws made quick work of the wet snow, though it did try desperately to impede his progression. But finally, the male was mostly free and Helotes reached out to grab his arm, Here, I’ll pull you up. He planted his feet firmly on the packed snow to give him leverage to lift the boy when he had grabbed him.

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