09-13-2008, 04:55 PM
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_____They were gathering, one by one. Pieces and parts of the tribe were trickling in like the water bubbled up through the cracks and ran the length of the springs he had spied out upon first going through the area. Though he had been quietly trailing after Ayegali, Tawodi didn't make his appearance until the other adults had started to congregate close to her. He slipped out through the dense foliage, shaking out his coat as though he could truly free himself from the damp air. Asha's words were very true—it would take getting used to—but it also felt like it would be a good home, though he had long forgotten what exactly a home was.
_____He weaved quietly through the towering werewolves, watching every step he made with his four feet as not to be underfoot or haphazardly stepped on. There were no immediate words spoken by the youngest tribe member, though he expressed his approval through a constant wag of his tail, letting it brush against Dohi as he meandered past. Casting many upward gold-eyed glances between the faces that had more or less been the only sense of “family” he had come to known, he smiled broadly. They were coming together once again, instead of being strung out like the travellers they had been for so many months.