A shadow of his former self

Unatsikanogeni Adahy · 07-03-2012, 10:56 AM

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Unatsi can't give him any information, but they can be clueless together? D: Also back-dating this in my own timeline to before he joins AniWaya. And sorry for the rambling, this guy is tootaally new and his style seems to involve rambling anyway. xDD

Unatsikanogeni was not very comfortable traveling through these woodlands. It had been different on his spirit guide journey (even if he’d ended up delirious with exhaustion and nearly died a few times), and it had been different when he first ventured away from the Great Tribe’s lands. Nova Scotia, by comparison, had a greater ratio of wolf packs to land—and so the underbuilt man was constantly on edge, worried about stepping wrong or otherwise meeting an unfriendly pack wolf.

Even Undanvti, who constantly reassured him and guided him through times like these, had for the moment given up on the neurotic male. She occasionally offered him an impression—an emotion, a hazy concept, wordless and primitive—as to whether or not he was going the right direction, but otherwise she was silent and invisible. He couldn’t even catch a whiff of her foresty cervine scent.

This led him to become more nervous, walking on two legs through the trees, his sack slung over his shoulder and one paw resting timidly on the handle of his hand-scythe. What the rusty impromptu weapon was truly capable of in a fight, he didn’t know, and he prayed to his ancestors and God and all the spirits of the wood that he would never find out. He hated fighting, hated it—fighting and blood, especially his own, that was always in the forefront of his mind.

Unatsi coughed, looking bleakly at the mix of trees. Their species was more or less familiar, at least, and the smell of prey scurrying in the summer grass made him a little bit calmer. And it was getting brighter—that was a plus, definitely a plus. Stumbling along before the sun broke from the horizon hadn’t been his idea, but Udanvti made it imperative they get to AniWaya as soon as possible. He was looking forward to many, many more hours of travel.

He coughed again, scowled, wiped at his nose with his white arm. It was normal for him to have obnoxious symptoms in the morning, but the constant coughing was more annoying than his twitch. Once he could breathe without inhaling dust or pollen or whatever was in the air, however, Unatsi caught the scent of ancient wood, oak and moss, and the distinct smell of another luperci. He swallowed, forcing himself to keep moving until he saw said luperci, hugging his knees as he leaned against an oak tree.

“Oh, hello,” Unatsi burst out, standing beside a tree of his own; one set of claws dug into the bark to keep him anchored in case this wolf wanted to drag him off to cannibalize him. “Oh, um—I’m sorry,” he added quickly, gesturing to the other’s slightly curled-up form as if he had been the cause of the sorrow hanging over the stranger. “I’ll just—I’ll keep on moving now, tla udanvtedi!”

And like that the thin red wolf was behind the tree again, trying to sidle around it and keep moving out of the stranger’s view.

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