It's not your fault, it's not your fault

Sophie Hughes · 12-27-2011, 05:16 PM

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The sun was beginning to dip below the treeline, darkening the area below the canopy though it was not yet evening. Just after late noon, actually, in that time before dinner and after lunch that was reserved for playing, or napping, depending on who you asked. Sophie was doing neither of these things; she was far too concerned with the sudden inactivity in her home. Someone--she didn't know his name, only that he looked funny and couldn't see--had come and stayed long enough to help Leon, bandaging the wounds Sophie hadn't been aware were bothering him and giving him funny leafy things that were supposed to make him feel better.

They did. But they also made him sleep, and with Brother Trigger too busy watching over Brother Leon to play with them, Boothe and Sophie were left alone to entertain themselves. It was boring. They'd played I'm Better for a while, and then that new hiding game that Terra had taught them a few weeks back, but after a while they simply collapsed in a pile, Sophie laying across Boothe's back with her head on his shoulders--displaying just how pathetically small she was in comparison to her littermate--with Bug laying, forgotten for a time, only a few feet away. Boothe seemed about to slip into a doze, but Sophie was wide awake. She didn't want to nap, she wanted to play--or...not play. Explore.

Her squirming on top of Boothe woke him from his half-asleep state, and he growled a protest, but she rolled off of him, stumbling for a moment before whirling around to face him, dropping into the play-bow that Skoll had taught her. Boothe immediately mirrored her, ready for another round of whatever game she was thinking of, but she spoke instead. "Hey!" She shouted, and then, quieter, because she didn't want to disturb her older brothers and Leon needed his rest, "Hey! Let's go for...journey! 'Splore!" Boothe blinked at her, and then sat up. They looked at each other, and Sophie watched her brother slowly warm up to the idea before a grin spread across his face. "Yeah! Yeah! Go for...'Venture!" He agreed, and they bounced around each other before quietly dashing out of the clearing, out into the world that existed beyond the small circle that existed around their den.

Or, at least, out into the forest of Ethereal Eclipse.

Caprica D'Angelo · 01-03-2012, 07:48 PM

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Heels down, weight centred, reins in hand and hair flicked out of eyes to allow for concentration and satisfactory peripheral vision. Calves tighten, a click of the tongue... Caprica felt the saddle beneath her lurch forwards rather more suddenly than she'd intended and the motion arched through her, leaving her head a little too far behind. "Eeeeasy girl," she pleaded in quavering tones as she regained her equilibrium. The horse marched forwards, clearly aware of the wolf on her back by the flickering of her ears, but her actions oblivious to her rider's unpreparedness. Caprica wasn't hesitant for long, though, and as soon as she'd regained balance, she felt perfectly confident to gee the mare into a faster gait. They'd only stopped for a minute to eat and graze, but already the sun was high in the sky and Caprica wasn't sure if they'd make it home this day. Perhaps it would be best to find a place to overnight, at this rate, and then they wouldn't have to hurry and she wouldn't risk over-stretching her new mount, not to mention exhausting herself. Her riding muscles were still just beginning to grow and currently ached a great deal, due to the crash-course Frodo had given her. Thankfully there had not been too much crashing, but Caprica was glad that it was quite a journey home to Anathema. She needed all the practice she could get before anybody she knew saw her in the saddle.

The decision made not to press on too urgently, she gave the horse its head and relaxed, enjoying the sight of the winter forest, a strangely light and airy place compared to its summer counterpart. She wondered if there would be time to detour into the maple woods, where she'd built a treehouse - but then, it wasn't as if she couldn't survive one night outside on her own. She had spent months as a loner, after all.

But no longer. Now she was a pack-wolf, and through her new mountain clan and fortuitous visits to distant places Caprica was beginning to feel herself once more part of a community and beginning to build the kind of friendships she'd always wanted. Her mind lingered on various faces, and a satisfied softness was in her eyes gazing up into the air, a perfect daze to be broken by the sudden spook of the horse she rode sending them both flying sideways: she did not lose her seat, but she did lose a stirrup and almost slid out of her saddle. Clawing herself back upright, Caprica gave the back of the horse's head a reproachful scowl, looking in the direction the mare was staring to see what had shocked her so. Her face became still more disapproving when she saw the small duo which had just emerged from the trees, a pair of pups, clearly siblings, running and playing without a care in the world. "Honestly Rohan," Caprica chided her horse, gathering up the reins nonchalantly although her heart was sputtering from the mild shock of the sudden start. "don't be a freak. Those kids are no bigger than your head. What the hell they gonna do to you?" She was stroking the horse's neck reassuringly, despite her impatient words, and found the muscles tense beneath her hand. Rolling her eyes she nudged the mare forwards towards the scampering pair. "Hey you guys, you got a minute?" Her face was smiling and her eyes full of laughter as she drew up near them. "My fool horse thinks you're gonna eat her. Mind if I introduce you to her so she realises you're not so dangerous?" Rohan already seemed calmer, but there was no telling what the bay mare was thinking. Everything about horse ownership was new to Caprica, and she wanted to take every precaution.

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Sophie Hughes · 01-03-2012, 08:12 PM

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Sophie and Boothe had barely made it out of the trees before something came toward them, and their scampering was interrupted by the large...beast they'd startled. Sophie, who'd dashed out in front of it and had probably been the first in its path, saw the creature and quickly swung back around, her paws slipping and scrabbling for purchase before she ducked behind her larger brother and peeked over his back. Boothe, for his part, played "big brother" perfectly, jumping so that his feet stood apart and puffing up so much with all his fur standing on end that he looked much bigger than he was. He'd even pulled his lips back from his teeth, but no growl came out, as he was uncertain what to do about the large creature who was obviously big enough to eat them.

Sophie noticed the wolf riding on its back first, and whimpered, burrowing into Boothe's side and peering out from under his stomach uncertainly, as she'd managed to go under him instead of into him. Boothe pranced nervously, and finally began bullying Sophie back toward the treeline, away from the scary creature and its insane handler. Sophie went willingly enough, but they both stopped, frightened, when they were called out to. Boothe stepped over Sophie, mostly hiding his runt sister from view, and lowered his head, glaring at the beast distrustfully. Sophie wormed around until her head popped out just beneath his, staring with wide eyes but not coming off as hostile as her brother did.

Sophie's brow furrowed as the strange woman told them the creature--horse--thought they were going to eat it, and she was just about to reply when Boothe piped up. "We can't eat somin'at big! It eat us!" He barked, and backed away a bit, dragging Sophie with him when it appeared she wouldn't follow. Sophie crawled along with him, but eyed the horse anxiously, and finally lifted her head and piped up curiously, "Why on it, muss?" Boothe caught her ear between his teeth and gave a little pull, quite clearly not being at all curious about the creature that looked as though it could swallow them in one bite and wanting to get out of there. Sophie wouldn't let him drag her with him, though, and with a frustrated sigh, he simply positioned himself in front of her, and then seemed to think about it for a moment before sitting on her.

She was safest under his butt.

Caprica D'Angelo · 01-06-2012, 06:37 PM

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"Well, I'm riding on her to go places quicker..." Caprica's reasonable explanation tailed away as she realised she was not entirely sure she was being listened to. In all the stress of finding her horse getting nervous about something Caprica had paid little attention to the antics of the children, although now she looked closer at them from a vantage point that was no longer moving, she could see that one was attempting to drive the smaller girl away and clambering all over her in his attempt. The male pup seemed just as wary as the horse had been, although now she seemed to have gotten over her surprise and be handling as peacefully as Caprica was used to - which was something of a huge relief, it had to be said. "Hey, kid, let her up!" the woman ordered, battling peals of laughter at the sight of the tumbling pair. "I'm answering her question and she won't be able to hear a word I say!"

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Sophie Hughes · 01-07-2012, 09:28 PM

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Ah, the dark world beneath Boothe's butt. Sophie had been long acquainted with that realm; there was, of course, Mr. & Mrs. Front Paw, who fit underneath there with her and always seemed to be attempting to stretch for something they couldn't quite reached. And there was Her Nose, which perpetually burned and, if she'd known about that sort of thing, she would have believed were on drugs. But no; that was just her old friend Suffocation dropping 'round for a visit, although hopefully leaving behind the ever-terrible Boothe Fart.

Fortunately her trip to the otherworldy realm was short, as Boothe was soon ordered off her and he had no choice but to obey, seeing as the woman was older than he was and riding a beast larger than she was. With a huff and a little, mostly-terrified growl, Boothe shifted off Sophie, leaving the small girl to gasp in great gulps of air and watch spots of color slowly return to her vision. She tuned in long enough to groan and roll onto her back, but then her curiosity got the best of her, and she blinked her dazed, still-half-asphyxiated eyes open and asked again, "Why on muss?" Though it came out wrong, making it sound for some absurd reason like someone was on "muss."

Boothe let out a snarky giggle, and batted at her with a paw, knocking her to the ground. "Already answered'at, stupid! Said getsser place fasser." And Boothe nodded, as though he'd never been scared in the first place, even though he still eyed the large beast warily. Sophie took a moment to process what had been said, and then shook herself out, and blinked, at last recovering from having been nearly smothered to death. "Oh, fasser! Yeah!" Sophie agreed, and stepped forward curiously, her little nose twitching as she inhaled the scent of the horse. "Smells'ike food, though." She looked up doubtfully, as she'd only just grown accustomed to meat and still wasn't entirely sure if things that smelled like food always were.

Caprica D'Angelo · 01-11-2012, 06:31 PM

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The poor little kid seemed quite wiped out by her short misadventure beneath her brother. Caprica wondered if she ought to chide the boy for his rough treatment, although she guessed kids would be kids, something about the idea of being trapped and unable to move chilled her rather more than the usual childish games. Weird. Where were their parents anyway - pack, or protector at least? Caprica had expected somebody more grown-up to have shown up by now. Out here in the wilderness was no place for two babes in the wood. Any freakish stranger could come by, as she had done. It was only their luck that she was perfectly harmless. Mostly.

The cubs had come to terms with the idea of horses getting you places faster. She smiled at them, glad of their youthful flexible minds, quick to learn and figure things out. She'd met some really quite irritatingly single-minded adults lately, unable to accept new ideas no matter how long they were given. She had always thought that the most important thing to learn was independence and how to think, because with those two tools you could pretty much figure out everything else for yourself. Of course, if it was her kids she'd want to teach them so much more. She'd want to teach them about books, and human stuff, and wolf history, and animals, and plants, and her daddy's beautiful language, and drawing and writing and...

But now she was just getting distracted. "You eat Rohan and I'll eat you," she warned with a teasing twinkle in her eye. "She ain't food if I have anything to say about it! I love this horse, you hear?" Of course, the pups would hardly be capable of killing such a big animal, even if it lay down and held still for them. That was why pups had parents, right? They were too little for the real world. Which brought her back to her previous concern. She was loth to get down too hastily, as it was quite an effort relaunching herself into the saddle, but she certainly wasn't leaving this little pair here like this without a bit more reassurance of their safety. "So where's the rest of your pack today, guys?" she asked, elegant brows curving questioningly. "Or you out here on your own?"

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Sophie Hughes · 01-11-2012, 07:16 PM

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Sophie backed away quickly with a bright, fearful shine in her eyes at the threat, and Boothe's fur stood on end as he pressed up beside her. Though the older boy understood she was probably joking, the threat was very real to them, as their father had said such things on a regular basis--and usually expected immediate compliance. So, with wide eyes and a slight watery sheen to them, Sophie nodded quickly, and the both chorused, "Yes'm, ma'am." Just to get the point across that they absolutely would not eat...Rohan. Sophie lifted her head and snuffled curiously at it, and then stepped back and pressed shyly into her brother's side, suddenly not quite so certain about the large beast.

Boothe was too busy glaring resentfully at its rider to worry, and he lifted a paw and wrapped it carefully over Sophie's shoulders, showing more gentleness than he had before. She was his baby sister, after all, and he had to take care of her, the way Leon took care of Trigger and Trigger took care of him. It didn't occur to him that Leon was caring for all of them, since he was always so busy either hunting or foraging or healing from the wounds he'd gotten in the battle with their father that Boothe hardly ever saw him; to him, it was a ladder, and with Sophie on the bottom rung and Boothe right above her, that made her his responsibility. He didn't like the fact that she'd gotten so scared all of a sudden, and he bared his teeth and growled a little at both the horse and Caprica, his large blue-green eyes darting nervously from one to the other, not sure anymore which one was more dangerous.

At her question, Sophie's tail curled between her legs and she stepped back a bit more, her eyes wide and even more fearful than before. Boothe growled again, and then they looked at each other, trying to figure out what to do, what to say. Sophie had explained the concept of the 'pack' to her brother shortly after learning of it herself, but he didn't consider Leon and Trigger his pack, so much as the nuisance-brothers who took care of them. But saying their brothers were nearby, would that make the dark woman retract her threat and perhaps run away on her strange food-animal, never to be seen again? He didn't know. Sophie, apparently, couldn't abide to lie, so she piped up, her voice mouse-soft and timid, "Wurr out 'lone...don't have a pack..."

Her admission made her brother shove his nose against hers to be quiet, but the damage, as it were, was done, and they were left shifting quietly and wondering what sort of person the stranger was now; the kind that would eat them since they had no one looking after them? Or perhaps kidnap them? Maybe, Sophie thought hopefully, she'd just leave that particular issue alone, and they could talk about other things--like how you got a horse. She had a feeling Brother Leon could use one.

Caprica D'Angelo · 01-11-2012, 08:00 PM

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Though she had not exactly intended to frighten the poor mites, she did appreciate somewhat their good manners, although it was not really a serious enough matter for quite as much deference. Still, they were wise to be so cautious, considering the girl's next words. Caprica's jade eyes boggled in their sockets and a hand flew to cover her suddenly gaping maw. They were abandoned - orphans, perhaps - tiny creatures out here fending for themselves! They had only one another to depend on - how precious they were, with their babyish prattling and their good-humoured sibling roughhousing. Well, Caprica certainly had no only other option open to her but to take responsibility herself. She imagined her mother's face when she turned up at home with two kids - "but you've only been away four days!" she heard Naniko cry in alarm. She just knew they would get on wonderfully with Octavius, Severus, hell, maybe even Judas would be their friend. When they were old enough, she'd get them a pair of ponies to ride...

She had no idea how silly she was being to let her imagination run away with her when their caregiver was indeed not so far away after all, but she did realise she couldn't just sweep them off their feet with her enthusiasm for the new domestic arrangement. They were probably unreasonable like all children and thought they could handle themselves, so she would have to try and be convincing. She guessed it was likely this stop might take more time than she'd at first imagined. "Well, you aren't alone now. I'm here!" she pointed out to them. "How about we all introduce ourselves? I'm Caprica D'Angelo. I live in Anathema, a wonderful place in the mountains, not so far away from here. How long you two been out here in the wilderness, anyway?" Surely it couldn't be more than a matter of hours or days. They really were so little - it scrambled her mind to remember she'd been that small once too. Well, she'd never really been small, even as a pup, but still.

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Sophie Hughes · 01-11-2012, 08:45 PM

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She seemed to react strongly to them being out and about on their own, which only made Sophie more nervous. It wasn't an evil, wicked grin that spread across her face, however, but a more concerned look, and Sophie lifted her head to watch the older girl curiously as a plethora of thoughts seemed to flit across her mind. She wished, in that moment, that she could read minds; if she could, she might have realized the grandeur of her mistake, and quickly taken back what she'd said; they weren't out here living all by themselves, oh no, simply wandering away from home for...about the fifteen dozenth time in a week, as Leon wasn't as fit to care for them as he might have been otherwise. Instead, she merely looked up at the dark woman curiously, and blinked owlishly at her brother when the stranger spoke brightly.

"I'm Sophie," She said, placing a tiny paw on her chest, and then moved to introduce her brother, but he silenced her with a quick paw to the back of the head, pressing her face into the dirt, and introduced himself. " 'M Boothe. Boothe." He said, with a little glare at his sister as she yapped, "Yeah, he's Boof!" Whilst trying to squirm out from under his paw. She managed to free herself a moment later, just in time to hear the question, and they looked at each other, blinking in question before turning back to Caprica. "Um," Sophie said, and then sat back and scratched behind her ear with a back paw, trying to figure out how to word her answer properly. Boothe, of course, beat her to it. "We ain't never been outa the wil-der-ness! Faffer dragged us out 'ere and left us 'ere right affer we was born!" He nodded firmly, and just as firmly ignored Sophie's baleful look. " 'S not true!" She objected, and then turned back to Caprica with a shy look which belied the fact that it actually, sort of was. "He din't drag us out here. We came here by 'r'selves!" Meaning, of course, the exact spot they were standing in. Father had only taken them as far as Leon's den before abandoning them, and then their brothers were looking after them, in so much as they could, being only a little older than the twins were.

Caprica D'Angelo · 01-15-2012, 07:54 PM

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She was swinging herself to the ground as the pups introduced themselves, loosening Rohan's girth - the mare could probably do with the break anyway. Sophie and Boothe, or Boof, or something. Funny names, but nice ones. Their story was peculiar and hard to figure out through the childish grammar. They had always been in the wilderness? They didn't look to be starving, so either they had a strange distorted idea of when they'd been born, or they were lying, or they had extremely short memories. Caprica was experienced with puppies, and knew anything was possible. The main thing was they really did seem to be alone, although as she came down nearer to their level, bending onto one knee, she definitely caught the scent of another canine, probably an older one and not affilated to a pack. So they had been recently abandoned, for sure. Or had wandered off and become lost, as Sophie seemed to be saying - but the stories just didn't match up, and there was that scent... Yes, they had recently had company. If they had been abandoned, it was the smell of a criminal. Maybe she could catch the guilty party up if she hurried and give him a piece of her mind. Leaving kids like this in the middle of the forest was nothing short of a death sentence. They probably couldn't even catch rabbits yet. She only hesitated because whoever had done this didn't deserve the time it would take to enlighten them as to the error of their ways. She supposed short of actually executing this mysterious half-imaginary figure, there was no point, and she wasn't sure about the final solution either - maybe they had a really good reason for doing what they did; maybe she should feel sorry for them too. Of course, most likely they were just rotten through and through. Or, maybe she was thinking far too far ahead and these pups were merely lost after all and their family would come running up any moment now. Caprica was halted by indecision. "Where did you last see your daddy?" she asked, hoping this might shed some light. "Is he lookin' for you?"

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Sophie Hughes · 01-17-2012, 10:44 PM

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Caprica got down from her horse, and fiddled with things on its strange hide, making the two puppies look at each other curiously before returning their gazes to her. They didn't know you could pull on flaps of skin like that; it was a rather surreal experience, to be certain. Boothe was slowly leaning toward Sophie, his jaws opening but his eyes never leaving Caprica in case she turned to look at him, to test out the strange pully thing on his sister's ear; he'd tried before, but he hadn't been trying to get her head to do anything, except maybe follow him.

His teeth had barely closed in around the tip of her floppy lobe before Caprica was kneeling on front of them, however, and he snapped away from his sibling, disgruntled. Sophie only snorted at him and then blinked up at the dark woman, tilting her head curiously in an effort to understand what she was trying to say. She asked about Faffer, but Sophie didn't think that was who she meant; she wanted to know who was taking care of them, didn't she? Sophie hesitated on answering, and Boothe, for once having the insight to sense that Sophie had a thought, remained silent, shifting uncomfortably.

How were they to explain that their father had abandoned them, but their brother was taking care of them now? Sophie bit her tongue, and then opened her mouth, her gaze dropping to the floor in her uncertainty. "Um, Faffer not lookin' for us." She piped up carefully, and then shared a look with Boothe before continuing, "Broofer might be, though. Him take care of us." She added, and lifted her gaze carefully, uncertain what Caprica would think of this.

Caprica D'Angelo · 01-18-2012, 07:29 PM

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They were ridiculously cute. If only they weren't far too old for random snuggle attacks. Mind you, that never stopped her with her brothers... but she had the feeling that if she tried, she would probably just terrify the poor little waifs. When the answer she was waiting for finally arrived, it was a relief to have light finally dawn - but also, she felt a sad tugging at her heartstrings: a strange sudden feeling of loss. She had not exactly set her heart on fostering a random pair of children... but the thought had been strangely appealing and now she realised they did have a caretaker after all, she was just a tiny bit disappointed. It wasn't as though he was a very good caretaker, though, or he would have come and found them talking to a stranger by now. And she'd come that close to kidnapping them! Gosh, she was one of the people she warned her own little brothers about. How funny, how the world turned. Of course, she hadn't been planning to imprison or cannibalise them, only take care of them. "Well, then you're lucky to have such a responsible big brother," she said with a wistful smile. "Want me to wait with you til he finds y'all?"

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Sophie Hughes · 01-18-2012, 08:14 PM

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There was an odd look on her face, sort of disappointed and said, though Sophie couldn't imagine why she would be. With a curious little tilt of her head, Sophie padded closer to Caprica, and blinked up at her somewhat owlishly, her head cocked. Before she could ask what was the matter, though, she spoke again, and Sophie sat back, her fluffy tail wagging happily. "Yes'm! Leon real reesponsble!" She agreed, while Boothe snorted and grumbled, tossing his head. He couldn't deny it, simply because he didn't know what the word meant, but hearing people thinking so highly of his brother made him jealous--especially his baby sister. He'd been there longer!

At Caprica's offer to wait with them until Leon came to find them, Sophie hesitated again, and then shook her head. "Broofer's hurt, muss. He don' know wurr out..." She looked at Boothe, and then sighed, and added somewhat sadly, "Should prolly head home...'fore he notices wurr gone..." She looked up at Caprica and then back toward the clearing, which wasn't far off; Leon could probably hear them from where he was, and was worried sick. Sophie didn't like worrying her brother. With a little whine, she began backing away, and then glanced over at Boothe, who remained firmly seated.

"Let Brother worry!" He sniffed, and stuck his nose in the air, causing the young girl to whine and look about uneasily. Leon was, in some ways, just as scary as Father; she didn't want to anger him.

But she wasn't able to bully her brother into obeying, either, so instead she turned to Caprica for help, her blue eyes large and hopeful.

Caprica D'Angelo · 01-19-2012, 05:30 AM

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Boothe, the boy who'd been so utterly determined to escape her presence just minutes before, now seemed reluctant to follow his sister's sensible advice to do so. Seemed like he was the type to be contrary just for the sake of it. But that didn't bother Caprica anything like as much as the news their care-giving brother was injured. Well, that explained his not coming after them, but was he really going to be fit to take care - feed, protect and guard - of two young kids, if he couldn't even follow them a short distance into the woods? She wanted to offer to help, but she had no healing knowledge whatsoever - herbs, to her, were ingredients for fine cooking, not medicine - and she almost thought she might be seen as a threat, by a wounded loner in the dire straits of playing mother and father to his younger siblings. Maybe she could offer them sanctuary in Anathema. She felt she couldn't leave without at least trying to do something. There was no good talking to the pups about it; they couldn't understand the adult stuff fully at their age, and might not relay their brother's condition or intentions in a clear manner, even if she asked. She'd be better off seeing for herself, but then of course she'd get the kids into trouble for talking to a stranger, if his hurt was only minor. It was a dilemma. Caprica remained sitting on her heels, gazing down wistfully at the tiny girl who was slowly getting closer all the time. She was really beginning to trust Caprica, it seemed. "Yeah, for sure you should both go, but maybe I should come too and see how your brother's doin'. Is he hurt bad? Can he walk?"

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Sophie Hughes · 01-19-2012, 08:57 PM

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Caprica agreed with her, causing Sophie to stick her tongue out at Boothe and wave her little bum in his general direction, since she couldn't exactly stick it in his face. At Caprica's questions, though, both puppies hesitated, Boothe right in the middle of enacting his revenge. Was Leon hurt bad? He hadn't really left the den in a while, Sophie remembered; Trigger had been bringing home all the food. Hesitating just a bit, Sophie finally shook her head, lifting a paw to rub at her ear uncertainly. "Um. No, Broofer not hurt bad." She said, and wrinkled her little nose, looking to Boothe for help.

"Not real bad," Boothe amended, and they nodded to each other, before turning back to her. "Him can walk! He just...doesn't. It huwts." Sophie explained, and would have gone on further to reassure their new friend, had they not heard Trigger calling for them not too far off. Both puppies winced a little; if Trig had noticed they were gone, Leon would surely be told, and they'd be in real trouble then. Even Boothe was afraid of bringing his wrath down on their heads, still not quite used to an un-wrathful male figure, and they began scrambling to leave before they got caught talking to a stranger.

Sophie paused as Boothe went barreling into the underbrush, shouting that they were coming, and smiled shyly at her new friend, pressing her ears to the side uncertainly. "Bye, Muss Cap-ri-ca! See you again soon sometime?" She added hopefully, and then had to scram, as Trigger's rather panicked cries of "Sophie!" were beginning to echo.

She paused again just before she reached her home clearing, and peered back through the trees, smiling to herself. She rather liked living here; it seemed every other day she was making new friends.

Caprica D'Angelo · 01-26-2012, 08:28 PM

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OOC: Et Finis! Words: 650

Caprica just loved it when pups were really listening to you - a rare event, in her experience - and their reaction was to freeze as if they didn't know what to do or what to think. They had so much to learn: it brought a tugging sensation to her heartstrings. When the response did come, it was hesitant, but sounded like good news. At least the mysterious older brother could walk and talk, so he couldn't have been badly set back. A voice rang out through the trees, and Caprica cupped a hand to her ear meaningfully, gazing at the kids with eyes wide in a rather exaggerated what-was-that expression, but there was no need for her theatrics, as they had both heard. The puppies shot away, eager to return to their base - hopefully not hurrying because they were afraid of punishment - but Sophie found time for a short - but affectionate given the brief encounter - farewell, which seemed to rule that conjecture out. "Well you never know Sophie, maybe some time," Caprica answered her with similar affection in her voice, already smitten by the tiny creatures. "Goodbye to ya," she called after them, but softly, and she wasn't sure they'd heard.

Although she was still concerned about the tiny pair being cared for by one single lone wolf, she knew there was bound to be more to this story: vulnerable families like this did not travel for no good reason. The life of a loner was not one to be chosen lightly, and they must either be on their way somewhere, or have some other good reason to wander. She would have liked to speak with the elder brother, though. She could have offered them a place in her mother's pack, for perhaps they had not heard of a place with friendly borders nearby. Still, out here there were others that were closer: she was sure if a pack was really what they sought, they would be able to find one without too much difficulty. And of course, she could not go and butt in upon the fellow's recovery without getting the younger two into trouble, and possibly sticking her grandfather-resembling muzzle in where it wasn't wanted. She straightened up, thighs burning from holding the puppy-friendly position for such a long time, and absently rubbed the horse's nose as she waited until she was certain she did not hear cries for help - or shouts of rage - or anything else disconcerting. Nothing came, and she saw no movement through the trees. Eventually she conceded that her presence really wasn't required, and she would not be called upon today to save the day. To her surprise, this came as something of a disappointment. She led the mare to an old fallen log, using the tree to climb gracefully back into the saddle: none of that undignified vaulting for Caprica if she could help it. Then, gathering up the reins she clucked and squeezed her heels in the manner she'd been only recently taught, so recently that the instantaneous reaction of obedience from the mare still gave her something of a surprised thrill. The newly-matched pair moved off through the trees, putting distance between herself and the infantile pair, considering which it was really remarkable the length of time her imagination clung onto those adorable little faces, upturned in a disarming coupling of sweetly innocent appeal and a scowl of youthful rebellion. Yes: Caprica would proceed to daydream all the long way home, and this time to her enormous satisfaction, there was no sultry dark male involved, none whatsoever. Now there was one presence she would not feel the lack of in her mind, although it had taken really an astounding amount of time to feel free once more, and some quite extreme methods.

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