Feel the wind whispering your name

[Conor Soul]

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Blergh, sorry for the poor quality, but I'm horrible at starting threads.. XD This thread is set near the outskirts of Wolfville. Hope that is okay.

        
He missed his aunt’s presence. He missed hearing the voice of an instrument. He had grown up with their voices drifting in and out of his suffering conscience. The voices had sometimes drifted on top of the light breeze when the lands were silent. Now there was nothing but the tranquility the wilderness had to offer. This was not less beautiful, but he missed it nevertheless. Perhaps it was Mew’s voice he missed. Death was never final. The departed continued to live through the individuals that still lived. Mew had taught him so much. He wanted the rest of the pack to remember her as well. Her body was gone and her soul had flown away, but there were ways to bring her back.

        
It had been some time since he had been close to where Mew had lived, but now the optime found his feet returning to the lonely house that once had housed laughing children. Had he managed to care for his aunt’s orphans? He had been a mere child himself when they came to live with Alexey, the previous puppy sitter. He had done his best, but he couldn’t undo the pain that had been inflicted when their mother disappeared so abruptly from their lives. They would have to go on nevertheless. Few families remained unbroken. There were cracks in every living soul here. Perhaps it was harder for them because they had known love and safety. He never had that, so perhaps he could not imagine the pain they had experienced when that had been taken away.

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[Ife Yahimba]

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That's okay. I'm not good at starting threads either.

Tawny ears flicked back as a slight breeze flowed through her equally tawny golden braid, just strong enough to move the thick hair slightly. While she knew she was welcome within Dahlia's borders she had not yet had the chance to meet her fellow pack members. While she had trusted Cwmfen, despite just having met her, but she was not sure if the mysterious black she-wolf had the authority to accept her. From her perch on the seat of her wagon she pulled back on Abioye's reins slightly to slow him down. Ife's brown eyes gazed at the buildings that were nearby; when she had sighted them they had seemed like her best bet to finding other members of her new pack. She had also scented a male wolf nearby; the breeze bringing his scent to her. She wondered if she should announce her presence.

The decision was made for her as the wind change direction towards the town; carrying scents of herself and her herd. Keen brown eyes scanned the surrounding area for arrivals. She did not know where exactly the wolf was but he had to know of her by now; Her unfamiliar scent would surely attract his attention. The black-backed jackal was unsure of how she should act however; not only had it been a long time since she had been a member of a family group but she had little to no idea of how to live in a wolf pack situation. While she had been quite confident earlier she was not quite so sure of herself now. She tightened the clasp holding the light cream shawl around her shoulders. While it was not cold enough to warrant wearing such a thing, it was cool enough that it did not bother her either.

A baah coming from behind her reminded Ife of just another of her current dilemmas. She had to locate somewhere to keep her flock; any time now her goat Mosi would give birth and she wanted to have them settled before the black goat went into labor.

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[Conor Soul]

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         His train of thought was interrupted by a stranger’s presence brought by a helpful breath of breeze. He had yet to enter the building, and now he turned from it in pursuit of the intruder’s form. It was rare to find trespassers this deep within Dahlian lands, but of course not impossible. Such crudeness was not appreciated. Non-Dahlians should know better, especially after Haku’s brutality during the wars. He moved away from Mew’s abandoned house and padded closer to the outskirts, the intruding scents standing out because this was something else than a simple lost wolf. It was an impressive sight when he finally saw who was approaching the outskirts of Wolfville. For a moment the young male could only gaze at the wagon; at the animals—and of course, at the exotic looking woman.

        
When the spell broke, he stepped closer to the peculiar sight, cinnamon and gold hued ears drawn back. Such a party could not have managed to get this deep into the lands without interference from at least one other Dahlian. Lavender eyes settled on the woman’s face, openly curious about this. ”Greetings, miss.” Perhaps she was a fresh member. The young male did not believe in the strict regime his father had favored, and there were several members that had the power to accept her. ”I don’t believe we have met. My name is Conor.” As he spoke he stepped forwards, eager to get a closer look at the wagon and the animals. A rush of excitement went through him, for he had never seen such animals with his own eyes.

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