Chance meetings
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12th May 2012. 4pm. Dampwoods, Optime form. 403 words


After the expedition every one had been excited, the chatter had not stopped and Bran was starting to become annoying. But more than that, the others were all excited over the discovery of another relative. Oh, Niernan was excited too, he couldn't wait to actually get to talk to her, and to move up into the houses, but it was all change, and he was worried. He also couldn't keep his eyes away from the enchantingly withdrawn Colibri. For some reason he was undeniably drawn to her but he didn't want to force anything as she was still new to the clan and didn't know him or his brother too well yet. He shook his muzzle to try and clear his thoughts, failing miserably as his mind wove its way back to the brown pelted woman.

He stood abruptly and shook his whole body, letting his fur re-settle before he patted his short pockets to check that his daggers were there before striding out of the hut he shared with Bran and making directly for the forest. He broke into a sprint before he even reached the tree line, neatly dodging the trunks and roots as he picked up speed. He heard a commotion to his right and glanced down to see a streak of dark brown sprinting alongside him, it seemed that Ciaran didn't like being left behind. Nier smiled, he enjoyed Ciarans company, the cat often lef him to his thoughts, but knew when to break him out of his reveries. He was also a very valuable play partner and that, Niernan surmised, was what he needed right now.

The dark wolf man scanned the trees, he knew this area and he knew that there was a grassy meadow around here somewhere, he spotted it suddenly and performed a hard right turn, nearly standing on Ciaran in the process, he stumbled as he tried not to flatten his cat and rolled tail over ear tips as he fell. He broke from the tree cover with a yelp as he tumbled once more and came to a stop on his shoulders, viewing the world upside down before his body regained gravity and he fell back to earth with a dull thud. Ciaran purred brokenly, his version of laughter, as he leaped onto his masters chest. Nier grinned up at the cat, and they began roughhousing, little growls and chuckles emerging from both of them.


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