in a field of mud and bone

[Dawali Amara]

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hai :] Word Count: 379 come dance with the west wind and touch on the mountain tops Between thoughts of Ember's upset face and the haunting image of his old and broken husky friend, Dawali attempted to squeeze in more positive thoughts. Nothing so far had worked, however, and he had instead taken to wandering along the pack border, keeping away from the village center. He did not really want to speak to Ember —or did he? The awkwardness that had settled between them refused to be shaken loose, and the only remedy seemed to be to occupy his hands and his body. Maybe one of these days he would try and repair the human structure (it was just a fence, really. There was nothing special about it) that ran through the working fields. Maybe not. For now, his feet carried him around and around the borders, simply to look at the scenery and to have something to do. As he stared absent-mindedly in front of him, his nose revealed that another presence was near, one he did not know. Or, he did know it —he knew the scent, but he was not familiar with her on a personal level. It had to have been Ember who had taken them in, the two small pups, and although Dawali had felt as if he should see to that they were comfortable, he had not found the time. Perhaps he was growing selfish, but his life troubled him. Where there had been simple logic and enjoyable friendships before, were now complicated social intrigues and relationships which were not easy to define. Was he friends with Ember? With Leland? He had no idea. But he should have met up with the two children before now; in that sense he had failed them. Luckily, one of them was not far from where he was heading, or so her scent told him, and perhaps he could make up for his mistake. Following the scent's direction, it grew stronger for a while; and there she was. He could not read her intent. His voice was calm as he spoke, and he stopped at a distance. Not all children were Noir: some of them were shy, which was probably for the better. "Hi there.. I'm Dawali, what's your name?" His eyes were kind and his hands moved slowly as he spoke; a habit.

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