10-08-2012, 02:03 AM
((OOC: blarg, derby opening post))
Null had often taking to prowling through Salsolian lands at random as of late, discovering every nook and cranny of the Thistle Kingdom. She was learning where the rabbits kept their dens, where wild herbs grew, where the best places to set traps were. Over the past few days she had been showing Rurik around to all the places she knew, teaching him what knowledge she had learned of their new pack and its territory. Today was following the same pattern, the pair exploring the packland now available to them and conversing fondly as they picked their way through the forests and fields and marshlands.
Today, they were exploring near the border for no particular reason. Their fingers were red and bloody from the rabbit they had caught and shared between themselves, neither caring enough to start up a fire and cook it. Rurik took an interest in some tracks leading off into a grove, wanting to find the creature that made the tracks and hunt it down, but Null was more interested in collecting the foxglove flowers that she could see growing up around the trees up ahead. The huge black wolfdog went one way and the little coffee-and-cream wolf went the other, neither seeing any reason for them not to split up briefly. Rurik had soon disappeared into the trees and Null began picking the pretty, deadly toxic flowers. You never knew when you needed a poison, after all.
The trapper liked how quiet it was out here; it would seem completely cut off from the pack if it weren't for the smell. There was only the sound of her own footsteps-- and Rurik's off in the background, but his heavy steps had become as familiar to her as her own-- and the lack of sound from other canines made every crack of sticks or chirp of bird all the more loud and obvious. Null always liked to see how quiet she could ge in these conditions, and picked her way carefully through the leaf litter to avoid making any sound.
Null had often taking to prowling through Salsolian lands at random as of late, discovering every nook and cranny of the Thistle Kingdom. She was learning where the rabbits kept their dens, where wild herbs grew, where the best places to set traps were. Over the past few days she had been showing Rurik around to all the places she knew, teaching him what knowledge she had learned of their new pack and its territory. Today was following the same pattern, the pair exploring the packland now available to them and conversing fondly as they picked their way through the forests and fields and marshlands.
Today, they were exploring near the border for no particular reason. Their fingers were red and bloody from the rabbit they had caught and shared between themselves, neither caring enough to start up a fire and cook it. Rurik took an interest in some tracks leading off into a grove, wanting to find the creature that made the tracks and hunt it down, but Null was more interested in collecting the foxglove flowers that she could see growing up around the trees up ahead. The huge black wolfdog went one way and the little coffee-and-cream wolf went the other, neither seeing any reason for them not to split up briefly. Rurik had soon disappeared into the trees and Null began picking the pretty, deadly toxic flowers. You never knew when you needed a poison, after all.
The trapper liked how quiet it was out here; it would seem completely cut off from the pack if it weren't for the smell. There was only the sound of her own footsteps-- and Rurik's off in the background, but his heavy steps had become as familiar to her as her own-- and the lack of sound from other canines made every crack of sticks or chirp of bird all the more loud and obvious. Null always liked to see how quiet she could ge in these conditions, and picked her way carefully through the leaf litter to avoid making any sound.