Misunderstandings, and little furballs?

[Dawali Amara]

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I've forgotten what plot we initially had, but puppies nonetheless? Word count: 425 One red-furred foot landed ahead of the other as Dawali moved swiftly in the direction of Tayui's den. He was ashamed of himself, really, for not having visited her before. She'd had pups, even, and it should be his responsibility to look out for her and pop by because he was a sub-leader of this pack. He was her friend too, which made it all the more pressing. Yet he had waited until now, for unknown reasons. Perhaps it was the same old awkwardness as always, or perhaps something else. He would find out, but truth to be told he had been thinking about this for a while, and looking forward to it too. It didn't really matter, but if she was disappointed in his lack of presence, then it was fully justified. He didn't think she wouldn't let him see her, though, as he doubted she would let something like this cut so deep. Although, with some women one would never know. As he halfway jumped over a root in his way, Gvihita soared past him in the direction he was headed. Another mystery, that bird. Upon meeting Tayui, before she joined the tribe, the eagle had made her form solid enough to be seen by the femme - something that was rare by spirit guides, and even rarer for Gvihita. The only other ones that had seen her was one of his daughters, and perhaps Mischka had done so before she died. He had not known Gvihita then, but she had been present, and the dying femme had mumbled something about an eagle. Gvihita refused to enlighten him on the subject, and as his name meant 'eagle', he didn't quite know. The female bird was eager, it seemed, to reach Tayui, and whether it was because of the possibility of a display of his awkwardness, or something else, he didn't know, but in any way you could see it, she was acting strange. Finally reaching his destination, Dawali halted at a polite distance outside. She might not appreciate it if he just entered as if he lived there himself. Some were open with their sleeping-places, and some were not. Then again, she might not be home, and if she wasn't he would have to track her down. Hopefully the grumpy bird whose mood was so lifted could help with that should it be needed. Calling out her name so she could know he was there, if she was here, he waited politely, like a man should, outside. Tauyi? It's Dawali, are you home?

Awesome sexy table and avatar by Kat!

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