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Niro Takekuro · 09-08-2010, 07:54 PM

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Niro wasn’t feeling half as bad as he had when he first got into his accident. First of all his pain had dulled enough that he could hobble around three legged, although he couldn’t go too far for too long, but it was better than nothing. He had to stop for a few minutes after only a short walk to keep himself from fainting, it wasn’t the pain, but the fact he’d pretty much spent a whole month bellying his way around the hotel. Today was the furthest he’d gone, which was right up to the borders. He just wanted a nice long look, he doubted he’d be attacked crossing Vigil’s scent marks, but he was in no hurry to leave any time soon. For now, it was a crisp day, cool, it was coming to his favorite time of the year; Where he felt most comfortable, and less conspicuous… here at least. He’d learned what snow was and that it fell plenty here. He had always loved the cold, but the added layer of thick fluffy white snow made it all the better. How was he going to spend this winter though? He was still healing and he was told his leg wouldn’t get better for quite some time. It was still so painful to move it. He wondered how an amputation could heal so much quicker, but then again, it was only a digit, he doubted he’d be about if he lost one of his legs now. He thanked all the stars in the sky he had all of his limbs. He decided here was where he could rest for now. He’d wait a while, then head home.

As if sensing what Niro was thinking out from the sky came Marahute. The golden eagle fledgling had taken to taking care of Niro, by keeping him company and making sure that other wolves knew where he was. She was always flying now, something that gave great joy and pride to Marahute, even though he knew Tobias was the one that really taught the bird to fly.

Oh my fledgling, I cannot wait to see you hunt.

He said to her in a matter of fact tone. Watching as she landed in front of him. She did her usual eye over his face, and then hopped around him, making sure all was as well as it had been when he started out, and then she perched on his good front leg, where she seemed quite happy to sit for now, also telling Niro it was time to rest, and she wouldn’t let him up till she said so. That was Niro’s depiction anyway. He didn’t mind though he wasn’t planning on really moving much now unless he was forced to. Sometimes he wished he were all healed. That way he could find his sister and hit her over the head and tell her… fishing didn’t take this long! That was probably the biggest reason he was out here now, although another less important one was he needed to start exercising his limbs and get sme right fresh air. His eyes scanned the horizon, he could see the forest in the distance. He’d known she’d went this way, but would she really go into that forest alone, what if she was lost? He’d been lucky, he had found a guide to send him out again, she might not be so lucky. Now he really was starting to get worried, but what could he do? He hadn’t trained Marahute well enough and Tobias was turning wild again, after all that work Niro had put into him, it seemed like it was all for nothing. Niro’s world was still going but it was crumbling piece by piece.

Izaak · 09-10-2010, 04:38 PM

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Izaak was off on his own yet again, not something that was entirely uncommon. Actually more often than not he explored on his own. It felt great just to be able to get out and stretch his legs. Something that hadn't been allowed in Germany. He couldn't just wander away from the shack he shared with his family. If he did no one would come looking for him. Not that any looked for him now. But here, in Canada, he didn't get in trouble for seeing new people. Back in Germany his mother would get upset and say that he brought shame to her. That because of him some of her friends never came around anymore. Whether that is really true or not is hard to say. The kid does have his quirks but so did the rest of them. They all had their abnormalities. So really, who was actually at fault would be hard to determine. But Izaak took it at face value and simply tried his hardest to keep his mother happy. She really wasn't very pleasant when she was upset. That was something that the boy knew from first hand experience, as did the rest of his siblings.

The coyote child was coming in from the north and followed the line of land where the the shore met the forest. And why was that? Because he was following a fowl in flight. The white bird stood out easily against the sky. How could it not? It was bright out and the bird shown like a speck in the bright blue overhead. It wasn't certain exactly how he came across it but once it caught his attention it didn't escape it. Because of the bird he was walking around with his head tilted backwards so that he could stare up at the sky. Given that he was doing this he certainly wasn't paying attention to anything else around him. How could he when he had his eyes on the sky, keeping steady track of the bird's flight path.

At least that was until some other bird crossed his path and caught his attention. It was of an entirely different color. This one was a rich brown in coloration and appeared bigger than the white speck he had been following. He watched it descend, jogging over to where he seen it go down. But as he drew closer he heard the words of another and saw the bird sitting on the arm of a fluffy coyote, because that is what he thought of wolves as. His pace slowed as he got close to where the other was. He was laying down... in the wrong form. Yes, Izaak thought everyone should be a two legged form. "Was ist falsch? Warum nicht Sie stehen? Warum ist das so komisch coyote auf deinem arm?" And yes, he thought everything was a coyote. Most of them strange looking. But at least he was directing his question to someone instead of talking to himself, as he usually does.

Niro Takekuro · 09-12-2010, 09:15 AM

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Niro was about to close his eyes, for a slight rest, because what else could he do but that right now? With his leg all mangled, and his pride stabbed to hell. He almost did close his eyes when they caught something almost golden… or was it yellow? Either way, he’d seen movement and then a form came up to him. Speaking a language Niro had never heard before. He’d heard Russian but nothing like this language… well he could tell a very few similiarities but whatever this guy was saying was gibberish to Niro, in hopes that the wolf spoke English, Niro gave a smile to the young, it must have been a coyote, he was able to tell the difference between the mixes pretty much mostly because he’d met a few himself.

I’m afraid I don’t understand what you are saying.

He said apologetically, hoping the other would understand him, and they wouldn’t have a communication barrier, it would be rather hard to tell someone that didn’t understand him, that he was in a pack territory. He’d have to worry about that later. Marahute seemed to be looking at the coyote as well, but she wasn’t puffy feather, like she usually was with strangers, he wasn’t sure if this was good or bad, or that it meant this coyote meant no harm, but she was staring at the golden coyote with one eye. Niro hated to be in such a position where he looked incapable of doing anything. He hated feeling weak and useless and at the moment he was both.

Izaak · 09-13-2010, 02:53 PM

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The young coyote boy simply assumed that everyone spoke German, even though most that he had come across didn't speak a single word of it. Even so it hadn't stopped him from trying that as a first option. He could never tell who would be able to understand unless he actually tried. After all there had been one outside of his family to have understood what he said even if she hadn't bothered to respond in German. For all he knew there could be more out there like that. Could be more that understood even if they couldn't speak it themselves. So what did it hurt to try his natural language first? And if it didn't work then he could switch to English. Everyone seemed to know English at least. It was the one language that he seemed able to count on. To be able to fall back on. The one that everyone could comprehend and speak. But at least he could use his native tongue with his own family at least. With them he would be able to converse freely instead of carefully choosing words. That could sometimes be difficult since he didn't want the wrong meaning to come across. And with his accent he had trouble on few words and his English came out broken instead of fluent and flowing like his German did.

Once the other spoke his lack of comprehension it was easy for Izaak to switch tongues. Or at least to know to switch languages. "Was wrong? Whys yous no stands? Whys funny coyote on yous arm?" The words were translated in the best fashion that he could come up with. Sure, the sentences weren't properly strung together and there were added plurals that weren't really needed. But given the struggle through the accent he did a mighty fine job. His questions should at least be understood despite the grammar fail. But at least he had tried to speak as clearly as possible through his accent rather than slurring the words together.

Just for the added effect of just what he was speaking about he pointed to the bird that was perched on Niro. So far the coyote recognized everything as what he was, a coyote. He considered them all deformed versions of himself. Like Niro was an extra fluffy coyote. The child didn't know anything about different species. He had never been taught that and so just referred to everything as a coyote on his first encounter with it. It would take quite a bit of teaching for him to learn. Something that he didn't really get when he was a pup. The only thing that he was actually adept at were "happy endings" courtesy of his mother. It was the only thing that she was interested in, besides drinking and smoking, and so had taught her pups what it meant for her to have a good time. It was a subject that irked his Unky Cotl when he learned about it. Something that the older coyote male considered to be wrong.

Niro Takekuro · 09-13-2010, 08:00 PM

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Niro listened as the coyote translated his words, it was hard to hear with the thick german accent, but he was use to Russian speak, and well if he listened carefully enough he could understand. Although it was strange when he questioned him, coyote on his arms? He looked down, there sat Marahute, who didn’t look anything like a Coyote, then he looked around him, and the only one he could see was sitting in front of him. Niro blinked unsure of what he asked, but smiled slightly, it seemed the coyote had a few things mixed up.

I’m afraid I can not stand becaue I am injured, it hurts to change, and this… she’s not a coyote, she is a bird, a Golden Eagle.

Niro said, and as if knowing she was being talked about she seemed to stand up a little straighter and flap her wings, though not to their full length to Niro’s happiness, but she wanted the other to know she was nothing of their kind.

You know, hatch from an egg, flying kind of bird?

He wasn’t trying to make him sound like he was talking to someone who wasn’t at an intellectual caliber as he was, but he was doing a very poor job at it. He could tell the Coyote was smart enough, at least to be alive. He had all his limbs, and he just spoke a different language, maybe he just didn’t know the word for bird and used coyote instead?

Anyway she’s sitting on my arms to keep me company, I’m her adoptive father of a sorts, I’ve raised her since she was a hatchling.

He said, feeling the urge to pet the bird, but as he had no hands he was unable to, which made him feel useless and he didn’t know why Marahute even stayed with him this long since he couldn’t take care of her like he use to. That would change when he got better though, at least when he could change again!

Izaak · 09-14-2010, 03:37 PM

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Actually Izaak was dense. He was pretty much uneducated so he didn't even realize what others would pick up on, that Niro was pretty much talking down to him. But then again the coyote boy was literal, he needed things spelled out exactly for him to be able to understand. There was that whole babysitting incident and the eating mommy thing as well. Subtleties just didn't work for him. He just didn't get those small hints. Instructions had to be given clearly, with no risk of being misinterpreted, for him to be able to pick up on them So really Niro's way of speaking was a help rather than a hindrance. He still didn't entirely understand though. He had no idea what a bird or an egg was. He had never been formally introduced to other species and other ways of being born. This lead him to believe that everything was what he was. Just like he had no idea that these same animals he seen running around were where his food came from. It was just handed to him and he ate it. He had no idea that it had to be hunted and killed. So no, he didn't even have the skills to survive on his own. Someone had always looked after him and cared for him. He'd never had to do for himself before. It was mostly that he had just been lucky was all.

So even though he didn't understand exactly he still nodded his head. "Bird." The child repeated what he had been told, pointing to the eagle on Niro's arm while looking to the wolf for confirmation. He didn't lack intelligence so much as he did education. After all he picked up on what Niro was saying even if he didn't exactly understand it. The funny looking thing was called a bird, not a coyote. Or so that is what it seemed like the other was saying. That is what Izaak was getting from the exchange at least. He now at least knew the term even if he didn't exactly understand what it meant. He was adding to his vocabulary in the very least.

Izaak dropped to his knees and crawled forwards, reaching a hand out towards the eagle. He didn't even think before he acted. Didn't even consider a need for personal space. He figured that since Niro was touching the bird then he was free to touch as well. "She babys?" The coyote questioned as fingers reached out to try to stroke the feathers on the fowl's chest. He still wasn't understanding exactly but he was trying to at least. After all there was no way that he could learn unless he asked a bunch of questions. And sure, most of them seemed like ones that the answers should already be known but he didn't know them. He was never taught. It was never too late in life to learn something new. And he was still young enough that his lack of knowledge should be excused. Especially if his mother and the conditions that he grew up in were known.

Niro Takekuro · 09-15-2010, 07:35 PM

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Niro could tell the young wolf was quite naïve for his age, but he seemed to catch on well enough, Niro watched as he associated the word with the animal, pointing to Marahute, and Niro smiled.

Yes her name is Marahute. I’m Niro. What’s your name?

He asked, being friendly, he wasn’t so nervous around the boy but he did seem quite… odd. He still had no problems with him and he seemed like a likable young wolf.

She is a baby, yes, only a few months old.

He said, thinking that was the question that the yellow wolf had.then before he knew it the wolf was on all fours moving his hand to Marahute, who was now fluffing herself out, before Niro could move or utter a word she gave out a warning cry, flapped her wings, and she bit out at him, Niro Moved her off his feet, at the same second, knowing she was going to do it, but if her beak got him, Niro couldn’t tell.

Are you ok, did she get you?

He asked feeling bad, he sat up and moved awkwardly to the other male, leaving Marahute in the dirt, it was a way of telling her she had done wrong, even if she warned him. He’d have to find a way to keep her from lashing out. Niro wasn’t conscerned about that right now though, what mattered was that the wolf didn’t have any deep gashes by her long sharp, and made to tear beak.

Izaak · 09-17-2010, 05:18 PM

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Well it was true that Izaak was odd. But this oddness that others seen was actually a surprising amount of stability for him. With what he grew up through he should actually be lashing out more than he was. So perhaps perceived oddness was better than violence. Not that he didn't have such moments. His family knew of them, had witnessed them, but he knew nothing about those moments. Could remember nothing from those times. But that was just the way it was wit him. That was the way that his condition worked. And it was also an explanation for his odd behavior. He couldn't remember anything that he had done wrong. He didn't understand that bad things existed in the world. Sure, he had suffered abuse but he didn't know of it as that. He thought that was something everyone went through. That it was done out of love. That everyone's mother did such things to them. That belief, the one he shared with the rest of his siblings, was what kept that innocence intact. Why would his mother want to hurt him when she loved him? It didn't make any sense. So yes, there was a lot that he still didn't know but he was quick to pick up on things and believe them. He was also stubborn in the way that he held to his beliefs.

Niro had told him this was a bird and he saw no reason for the other to lie to him so it had to be a bird. He held to his convictions and was absolutely convinced that this was a bird. Just like he was convinced that Sascha had willingly given away his tail to him. Once an idea formed in his head it was stuck there. What reason did he have not to believe what he was told? "Bird. Marahute. Coyote. Niro." He was confirming what it was that he had been told. Making sure that he had gotten things right. That he had matched up the names correctly. "Izaak." He gave his name as he pointed to himself. It wasn't to imply that Niro was slow but just to show that he was giving his own name rather than confusing it for some other name. Especially since he had been stating the wolf's and the bird's name prior. There were quite a few things that Izaak didn't understand but he didn't want it to be thought that the question had been lost on him.

The coyote boy had no idea that he had been given a warning. He didn't know that he wasn't allowed to freely touch. After all she was sitting on Niro so Izaak figured that it would be okay for him to touch too. He really didn't mean any harm. He just didn't think before he acted. He had no idea that there was such a thing as personal space. But he quickly learned that what he had done was wrong when the beak tore into his finger. "Austch!" He quickly pulled his hand away and cuddled his torn finger. Tears filled his eyes as he stared at the blood that slipped out from the tear in the side of his finger. It was impossible to tell just how bad it was as the blood stained the white of his finger and turned it completely red. "Es tut weh." The words were sniffled out through his tears, having reverted back to German to express himself. Though after a pause and more tears he corrected himself. "Hurts."

Niro Takekuro · 09-18-2010, 12:37 PM

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A pang of pure guilt swam through him as he saw the crimson spread along the wolf’s finger and saw the reaction of the wolf, who seemed much more surprised than offended. Niro rushed next to the wolf, wishing he had his hands, he looked at the yellow male and hope he understood the instructions Niro would give him. They were simple and one of the few things he’d learned from his father when he got a bad cut on his arm.

Put your hand on it and press hard, with pressure it will help stop the bleeding, and put your arm above your head, it will help keep the blood from coming out so quickly.

That’s what he’d learned, and the only medicine of sorts that he knew at all, so he hoped that this would work or he would have to hurry and get someone, he felt horrible that he couldn’t even help and it was his bird who lashed out too, she should have been better behaved he looked her way, and could see she was sulking, in a bird way, because he was ignoring her more than anything else about the situation, he turned back, pushing his nose on the boy’s elbow, he was now so distracted that he forgot to correct the coyote that he was in fact a wolf and not his kind, but it was too late for that and that was just a technicality, wolves and coyotes were all the same to him. They had four paws two ears and eyes, a nose and plenty of teeth. He just hoped the young man hadn’t taken any offence right now he couldn’t tell as he was preoccupied with his hand than the bird.

I can not tell you how much I’m sorry for what she did, normally she’s a very good bird, but if you ever do something like that to any animal you should make sure it’s ok if they have someone with them.

he wasn’t trying to scold the coyote boy, but he wanted to prevent this from ever happening to him again. He’d hate to see him hurt worse than what Marahute did, and hopefully this would show him just to leave most alone anyway, but then again there were stranger beings.

Izaak · 09-20-2010, 04:43 PM

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Tears leaked from his eyes and down onto his cheeks. This hurt about as bad as his forehead did when his mother had done that. It was a throbbing pain, one that felt like it wouldn't go away. "Hurts." He repeated the word again, not knowing what else to do or say. He was just as lost as the first time that he had been scarred. He was surprised that it had happened and that is where he sat. The surprised enveloped him completely and had him standing still and whimpering.

It took Niro's guidance for him to react and do something to try to stop the bleeding. He whined as he closed his other hand around his finger. He wasn't sure what hurt worst, not holding it or holding it. Either way the pain was still there. "Hurts." He was still repeating himself, looking pitifully at Niro for some sort of explanation or way to make the pain disappear. He had expected a quick solution and wasn't finding one. He wanted his finger to be all better in a hurry. A quick fix that he wouldn't have to wait out as he did with the ones on his forehead. Those felt to have taken forever before they had healed up entirely.

At the nudge to his elbow he lifted his arm up above his head. If this was supposed to help ease the pain then it certainly wasn't working. But at least the blood wasn't pumping out as it had been though his finger was still a mess. The child nodded his head slowly to what he was told. "Buts you touches bird." He had simply assumed that it would be okay for him to touch as well. He didn't understand that just because one did something that not all could do it as well.

Niro Takekuro · 09-20-2010, 11:49 PM

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The young man was acting like such a puppy as he mentioned yet again that it hurt, but Niro kept his patience, he knew one who didn’t speak so much of a language couldn’t vocalize what he wanted to the other who couldn’t understand fluent language, it was frustrating to Niro too because he didn’t want the coyote to feel so out of place.

I’m afraid it’ll hurt for a while,

He said, watching as the boy obeyed him, it was good he did, he wouldn’t have to worry about too mmuch, and if the bit was as shallow as Niro hoped, he wouldn’t have to go to Alaine for a cure.

I’m afraid Marahute doesn’t know you, she was frightened by you coming at her.

He said as he slowly counted to twenty before he pulled at the yellow arm so he could see if any damage has been caused.

You are lucky she only bit though, I’m just glad you’re still walking around.

He knew about personal space himself, Tobias had taught him that much, but the boy seemed to know so little, yet he was pretty smart. Niro reminded himself that the boy was not in fact dumb, just rather naïve.

Izaak · 09-22-2010, 11:44 AM

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Well he was still a puppy. He wasn't even a year old yet. And even if numerical age wasn't an issue he still lacked a good bit of training. He didn't have much in the way of worldly knowledge. Someone else had always looked after him and taken care of him. He never had anything to worry about before. And well, lack of fluency could be an issue as well. But how was any of that his fault? There wasn't anything that he could do about any of it. He couldn't alter his age and make himself older. He didn't have anyone that seemed to have patience enough, or even the will, to teach him all that he didn't know. And he was trying to speak as best as he could. But all he could focus on was the pain. It is a well known fact that paper cuts hurt much worse than deep gashes, so this thin and shallow slice along the side of his finger hurt worse than if it had been torn open. And he had no idea what to do to dull the pain, nor did it seem like Niro knew either.

He sniffled and nodded to say he understood what he was being told. That wasn't to say that he liked it though. Who would like having to suffer for who knew how long? The uncertainty of the situation was worrisome. He didn't like being hurt and not knowing when it would go away. "Bird scary." He agreed with a nod of his head, though the interpretation of the words might be lost in translation somewhat. He brought his arm down as it was tugged on and stared past Niro to Marahute. Even though he had been injured by the eagle he didn't seem upset with her since his stare was one of curiosity. Apparently Izaak was one to get over mishaps quickly. "Baby sad." He added on after staring at Marahute for a bit.

Niro Takekuro · 09-23-2010, 06:03 AM

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When the boy put his arm down, Niro hoped he wasn’t invading on personal space, but he had to make sure that the cut wasn’t life threatening and the only way he could see it was to get the blood off, and it seemed the boy was yet again distracted by the bird. Niro took it upon himself to lick off the thick blood that had congealed and already clotted on his fur to get to the cut to see it. It was only a flesh wound, nothing permanent, and Niro figured there wouldn’t be any scaring if properly cared for. A relieved sigh came to him and he looked at the boy.

I am happy to say that it won’t be a lasting injury, she didn’t get anything but skin, I think it will hurt a little more for a few days, but you will be fine.

He said, the pure relief in his voice could be heard, and at the remark or the boy he turned to his bird, who was certainly sulking. Niro decided it was time to give her some attention too, now, she herself was a much younger animal and Niro was a father to her, he move his nose to her chest and nudged it. Marahute looked at Niro.

We do not bite our guests sweet one,

He knew in an odd way she could understand his speech and he was soft toned because he knew it was neither the boy’s nor her fault, he just needed to be stern at first to let her know it was unacceptable to bite. He turned back to the boy smiling.

She will be fine, she’s just sad is all, I think she feels bad for biting you.

He wanted other’s to have the experience of being near the bird, being able to pet them, but in his current situation, it was best to not encourage the act, until he had the ability to whistle again, or to use his hands, he’d have to warn other’s away if his bird got defensive again. Tobias wouldn’t have been so lax, as an older bird, he’d have out right attacked the boy, thank goodness he was not here.

Do you feel any better?

He asked calmy looking at the partially cleaned cut.

Izaak · 09-24-2010, 03:58 PM

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It should have already been clear that Izaak didn't understand personal boundaries. After all he had reached to touch the bird without asking for. He had simply acted on impulse. But while growing up there had never been such a thing as personal space. If he wasn't being forced to touch his mother then he was being forced to touch one of his siblings. So no, he couldn't be bothered by a little thing as lack of space when he had grown up used to it. Actually he giggled quietly as his finger was licked and glanced to Niro once more as he spoke to him. "Yous tongues feel funnys." He somehow managed the words through the giggle.

He was glad to know that the pain wouldn't last long. But even so a few days was still like a lifetime when you were being made to wait. And everyone knew that youth was impatient. The same held true for Izaak as well. But the way that Niro said it made it seem not so bad. He watched Niro move over to the bird and shuffled a few steps to follow as well. Even though the bird had hurt him he still felt sorry for her. Again, acting without thinking first, he reached his hand out to Marahute. He didn't try to touch her this time but was just showing off his finger. "It okays. No be sads no more." For some strange reason he was trying to reassure the bird. But then again he wasn't the type to hold a grudge. "Be happys baby. Yous goods bird." The boy wanted the eagle to see that he was going to be okay. That he wasn't upset with her. That he had already forgiven her. That he had pretty much already forgotten about what had happened.

Niro Takekuro · 09-26-2010, 10:31 PM

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Niro was glad that the other wolf tok no offense, he was just worried about the boy, and hoped that he’d be alright before he saw the cut, he felt better about it when he did see the extent of the injury but he knew that infections came, especially from the beak of a raptor which was probably infested with infection.

I do love the company but you might want to make sure your cut it better taken care of, I’m sure you own pack has a healer yes?

He asked, he didn’t want to cut things short or sound like he was trying to get rid of the boy, he’d offer assistance, but then he’d have to also explain why he was in the borders in the first place, Niro didn’t want to do all that explaining, he just wanted things to be simple.

Now you’l have to come back and not let me worry though, I wouldn’t mind another visit anyway, and maybe next time I will be able to teach you about how to touch a bird properly.

He wasn’t sure how long it would take for him to come back but Niro was hping he’d be able to change by then, but for now he was saddened that the bird had to cut him short and it seemed Izaak was feeling bad for her.

She is fine, she will feel sad for only a little while.

He hoped his words were comforting to him, Marahute seemed less sad already but she was still sulking. He knew she’d cheer up when she started flying, but he knew she wouldn’t do that quite yet, not while the other was near Niro, and not while Niro wasn’t moving. He’d head back to the hotel when the young man was seen to his departure, and hopefully still a healthy coyote.

Izaak · 09-27-2010, 02:40 PM

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Izaak shrugged with the posed question. Actually he had no idea. He didn't really know too many in Inferni. He could always show his Unky Cotl. Unky Cotl would know just what to do. At least that is what he firmly believed. He thought that his uncle knew everything that there was to know. So he would just show his uncle his finger and his uncle would be able to make it better. He had such a simple belief system but ti worked for him.

The boy nodded with a smile on his lips. "Okay, I comes back agains. I sees baby agains." The child readily agreed in an eager fashion. Despite what had happened with the bird he still liked her. Still found her interesting. Though not enough for him to attempt to steal. At least not at this point. He liked the bird but wasn't prone to take her in this state of mind. And perhaps not later for there were always so many other things that he found of interest in between counters.

The coyote child lifted his hand and gave a wave as he started back in the direction that he had come from. It seemed that Niro wanted him to get his finger checked out by someone he knew and so he was going to do just that. It was a long walk back to Inferni though. And doing so meant his day of exploring was being cut short. But he had to do as the other said and get his finger checked out. There were always other days to explore. Plus he had been invited back when his finger was all better. He started walking and gave another glance backwards with a wave. He then left the area and made his way back to Inferni so that he could let his uncle see his finger and let him know what to do.

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