06-08-2010, 01:13 PM
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The moon had already completed a whole cycle and Nayru was still not fully integrated into Dahlia de Mai. The cow patterned pup had accepted those that lived in Conor’s home as her replacement family, and Dahlia de Mai as her pack and home, but that did not mean she was truly a Dahlian. Nayru felt that she could not possibly be truly a member of the pack until she actually knew the others that lived there. All the others. Nayru had met a large amount of them, but some were still just scents that dotted Dahlia’s landscape. What was the point of the pack if not unity? Yet Nayru had already gotten the impression that souls passed through quickly, rarely becoming attached and staying long. Consciously she knew that she would never be able to know or get close to all the members, most would leave before she ever got the chance to do more than meet them. That knowledge did not deter her. Instead of slipping out of Conor’s home in silence as usual she lingered, smiling and taking note of the other’s morning routine. Even though not everyone appeared that morning, a few missing faces out of the nine were barely noticeable. Yet the black and white splattered child did not stay there long. Nayru already knew them, they weren’t her targets today. After a satisfying breakfast, still caught by the adults of the home rather than by herself, she moved out. Her half grown paws, still tiny in comparison to the adult version, took her towards the harbor. Instead of moving through the shadows and underbrush like a ghost, as was her custom, she took slow and deliberate steps through Wolfville. Her movements were obvious and purposeful, her stride slow, just in case anyone wanted to catch up to her. Reaching Ila harbor Nayru slowly walked to the edge of one of the docks. Four legged she stood there, staring out into the water. No one had intercepted her on the way here, and the idea that she didn’t have to glide through the pack lands like a wraith suddenly struck her. Perhaps no one really cared; they all went about their business and cared little for what happened with the others in the pack. Perhaps Dahlia de Mai was just home base for all of them, they had no real attachment. Maybe she should actively seek them out? Nayru thought this was the best idea, but first some time to herself. With a dejected sigh she let her body collapse into a heap, in the manner of a grizzled old dog at the end of a long day, her front paws dangling off the dock and a few inches from the water below. Staring out at the water made her tired and she let the lids of her cherry eyes slide shut and in no time at all she was asleep. |
