02-02-2010, 06:25 PM
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I wubs you? Word Count: 637 His eyes sought the skies and his nose was lifted as a call reached the Kalona's ears. One twitched and moved backwards for a moment before returning to its previous position, reflecting the wolf's confusion. He certainly recognized that voice; it had been a long time, but not nearly long enough. Yellow eyes studied the scenery in front of him for a moment as he thought, trying to figure out if he was going crazy, or if he had indeed heard the call of a friend, almost family of sorts. In a spiritual sense, and if he was not growing senile just now, it was indeed the voice of his brother that he had heard. Gvihita appeared out of nowhere, sitting gloomily on his shoulder, staring into a world he could not see. She was always like this, silent company unless any action further than presence was necessary. She also never appeared at all unless she saw either a potential for entertainment, or if she decided that she was needed. Dawali quickly dropped the tools-in-the-making onto the ground in front of his hut and whistled for the fillyy, Belle. How fortunate that she was around, otherwise he might not get there in time. The pair, horse and wolf, sprung through vegetation in the direction the sounds had come from, and while the horse was merely responding to the signals her rider gave, it was as if her movements were fiercer than usual, even at this speed. Perhaps it was because the Kalona was slightly more eager than usual, as well. His curiosity had been tickled and he raced to the place to find out if he was indeed right; he hoped he was. It had been a very long time since he had seen a familiar face aside from his daughters', and he could get the chance of learning new things about the settlement over there as well. New things that perhaps his two children had thought that he found interesting, but this one would. He knew he was nearing, and he could make out the scent of his friend and his daughter, and just as Belle slowed a little to get around a tree trunk, just before the woods gave way to flatter fields circled with fences, Gvihita jumped from his shoulder and into the sky. She headed forward with a fierceness that was unlike her, and the Chief could tell with one glance that she was in her completely visible form — a rare sight. When he finally gained a visual on the two AniWayans and Belle started to slow down her pace, Dawali waved his one arm up and into the air and called out to the two ahead. A wordless cry, a joyous exclamation, but Gvihita had already beat him to it; a piercing cry came from her as she circled the two (soon to be a group of three) wolves. It seemed that Dawali was not the only one who missed the previous life, and longed to see the symbols and individuals from it. Nayati had grown, though he had been an adult when Dawali had left. Belle slowed gradually, and finally Dawali walked up tot he pair at a comfortable speed, studying his friend carefully as he did. Grinning from one ear to the other, the Chief swung himself from the horse's back and strode over to embrace his friend. This was something entirely unexpected. Pulling away from the short hug (for he didn't have time for long ones when there was catching up to do!), the wide grin was maintained and he struggled with his lack of words. "Why— I don't— Welcome!" Finally, he laughed and winked as he found himself a sentence, quite surprised and not entirely certain if this situation was real at all. "What took you so long?" |