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OOC: RAWR
Caillen was fast on the paws of Sylvie, but unfortunately his own large pads slipped and slid where hers were fleet and nimble. With a silent yelp, the boisterous young boy skidded off into a thicket, leaving his companion alone to hunt as was her bidding.
Finding himself suddenly alone in a leafy, towering world, Caillen sat absently on the earth, his little head cocked at a butterfly that fluttered aimlessly past. With a charmingly boyish grin spread over his maw, the slate-hued whelp lowered to his haunched, and set off stalking the unwitting airborne insect.
From her spot above the children, Alaine let her eyes wander, though her mind did not. She still had much to teach them, and her son.. Well, he was a worrisome sort. Always with his head in the clouds, liable to be taken by some eagerly awaiting hawk of even a hole in the ground. Shifting uneasily, her sharp emerald eyes scanned the tangle of tundra below, the scent of both rabbit and stray puppy drifting up on a cool breeze.
The butterfly was right infront of him, it's shimmering wings opening and closing over the large fallen log. Blue eyes almost crossed with the effort of remaining upon it, Caillen huddled low to the soft soil, his bushy wolf-plume high in the air while his one erect ear remained pressed back against downy coral crown. Three... Two... One... POUNCE! He bounded over the log, tumbled in the air, and landed with a soft whump messily on the other side. The butterfly, unfazed, drifted arrogantly away. With tears smarting behind his eyes from the fall, Caillen sat up slowly, whimpering slightly. He didn't like this game anymore... Besides, Sylvie had probably won it already.
There was a hissing to his left, and a soft, menacing rattle that seemed to shatter the serendipitous silence. And out from the log came a pair of beady eyes, followed by a long, serpentine body.
From her spot on the hill, Alaine shivered slightly, a ripple of unease shifting through her creamy fur and lean muscles. Knowing better than to ignore it, the young mother rose to her feet warily, emerald eyes sharp on the long grasses and ferns.
" Caillen... Sylvie?"
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