08-27-2008, 10:44 PM
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Finding his sister had taken a great weight from his shoulders, but he did not want to return to the rest of the tribe. It was a foolish idea to do so regardless — especially if they were coming to meet up with the few that were in this area already. So Itsihnalv had taken it upon himself to scout out his possible home. He had set out with Ataya, his dark gray horse, early in the morning to go trace the western coastline as it meandered north. They had been doing fine until a scent barrier told them a pack — and one not comprised of wolves — was positioned in the crook of the bay, where it looped back around to the west. It was no matter for the duo; they simply took the long route around and continued until they ended up in the land known as Drifter Bay.[/html]
It wasn’t a very fantastic area by any means; a broad expanse of sea, made a dull gray by the clouds that hid the sun, nondescript sand, broken shells, and scattered pieces of driftwood. He conversed shortly with Ataya, noting that she was tired and would like to rest for a bit. He acquiesced, slipping nimbly down from her back and giving her the go-ahead to go wandering to look for whatever she could graze from, and to call or come back if she needed him. After that, she wandered away without another word.
Itsihnalv took a few minutes to wander up the beach before, feeling tired of walking, picked a spot on a larger piece of driftwood and took a seat. He rested his elbows on his knees, leaning towards the sea as he stared at it. His mind was elsewhere, but he could still feel the familiar — and yet still somewhat eerie — prickling of the fur at the back of his neck as Uguna appeared by his side. The badger, hunched over as usual but still retaining his definite air of dignity, glanced out of the corner of a crystal eye at the young werewolf. “How do you feel, Itsihnalv?” The voice rang in his ears, but he couldn’t be sure if he actually heard it or if it was just resounding in his head. He shrugged his narrow shoulders, hunching over even more. “Nervous. There are many others here, and some I do not recognize the scents of at all. It is dangerous. I do not know if I agree with us settling down here.” Uguna grunted. “Sometimes you should just leave the decisions to your Chieftainess, and do your own duties.” With that note, he faded away once more.
The tribal werewolf sighed, shaking his head. It may have seemed like he was just talking to himself, and sometimes it felt like that, too. Uguna wasn’t exactly willing to share his vast wealth of knowledge all the time. It was really frustrating on a wolf with little patience to begin with.