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Postdating this to December 30th, just so my threads are a little spaced out. Hope that's all right.
The stables reeked of horse and cow and pig and sheep, it was not an unpleasant smell, simply strong, and Finn had to expend great effort in keeping her mouth from watering. Naniko had told her about these animals. They were not to be touched. Finn had found it amusing that wolves kept horses about to ride on and sheep to gain wool. Wolves had their fleet paws and their fur to take them from place to place and keep them warm! But even as she scoffed at this sentiment, she realized a little shamefacedly that she herself employed an animal to be her friend, where no one else would. Besides, her own fur was less useful than a sheep’s in blocking the cold.
Yawning widely, Finn trotted out into the cool, dim morning, fresh snow crunching beneath her paws as she broke into a steady lope. One week. She’d been here one week. That was the longest she could remember belonging to any pack. Besides her father’s anyway. And that hadn’t been much of a pack either. Anathema was different. Everyone seemed to go about their business peacefully enough, without fighting, or hurting each other with teeth or words. Much, much different than what she was used to.
Finn smiled a secret, happy smile to herself as she reached the tree line. Alastair’s scent was on the wind, so she sent out a thin, piping howl to summon him. The grand red deer stepped out from behind a tree so suddenly, it was as if he had just appeared there. His coat had grown even shaggier over the last few days, and his antlers remained unbroken and unbowed, crowning his head in a great, twisted wreath. Still caught amongst the branches, the shinny red ribbon Finn had tied there snapped in the wind. But something was wrong. He moved gingerly, putting most weight on his back haunches and left front leg.
“Turn about, then.” She murmured, nudging the deer with her snout. He obliged, though shying away slightly as he presented his injured side. Finn tsked to herself, frowning at the teeth marks marring his shoulder. They were relatively fresh and they were of wolf height. More importantly, however, was that they were not of a dangerous depth. Finn’s grimace grew more pronounced, her brow furrowed. Hopefully it had not been a wolf from Anathema, since Naniko had promised to spread the word that the deer with the red ribbon was also not to be touched. However, even Finn couldn’t keep track of everywhere that Alastair roamed, and it was possible that a loner skirting the border had taken a passing snap at him.
She nodded to herself, knowing just what to do. Turning tail and heading back towards the mountain, Finn did not wait to see if Alastair would follow. She knew he would, when it was just the two of them he would follow her anywhere. As the cave mouth came in sight, the deer stopped short, snorting violently. His antlers shivered in the breeze. “It’ll be fine, me lad.” Finn soothed, trying to get him closer to the entrance. When he finally stopped and went no further, Finn groaned quietly and circled around.
“Come on, you bloody stupid animal! It’d be safer if you’d just stay inside!” Finn ground out, one shoulder braced against Alastair’s back legs, trying to bodily shove the deer through the tunnel mouth. It was like trying to move a sack of rocks. Alastair’s feet carved little furrows in the snow. Finn finally gave up, sitting heavily upon the ground, her tongue lolling as she panted. “Stubborn beast.” She snapped, as Alastair delicately boxed her ear with one hoof in reproach.
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A diamond force it took to make the man rise from his bed that morning. His dreams had been plagued with images and sounds rich with blood and torment. They had been reoccurring lately and he wasn't sure what it meant. He remembered the Oracle when she would come to visit way back when he was but a child, and she had said that dreams were the road to the subconscious. So it was slightly worrying to the man that his subconscious was full of blood and screaming women and infants. He rubbed at his head as he hesitantly pulled himself to his feet, growing black hair that was quickly resuming its former length was swept back into the customary ponytail to keep it from his eyes. His yawn was wide and showed of fearsome canines as he exited both his room and then the house and then Thackary village all together, the crisp air going some way to wash away the cobwebs from his mind.
When he was most of the way towards the stable he was close to feeling like his normal self again although the worry still dogged him enormously. It wasn't a good sign and the man thought that maybe he needed to seek more council from someone who would know how to help, as for who this might be though, he was at a loss. His only thought was Ralla but she was all the way in AniWaya, maybe it was time to make a trip to his once upon a time home and seek her advice, it would certainly make him feel better to have her opinion upon the matter.
Encompassed in his wanderings as he was it took the man almost half an hour to realise there was another scent inside the stables apart from his own. A hazy foggy memory came to him of a mauled looking she wolf that thought she was a boy and a royal looking deer that traveled together, slowly the name came to him over the next ten minutes until he was able to grasp it firmly. Finn Fidh. Curiosity overwhelmed his duty to work at that moment and the Austral man found himself outside on the snow shifting to his beast of a secui form and then tracking after the thin scent as it meandered away, a few times he lost the trail but after searching he quickly picked it back up.
The sounds of an angryish woman came to him as he got closer and the scent got stronger, and then her form was revealed to his eyes as he founded a corner in the mountainous terrain. It seemed she was trying to get her pet stag to go inside the cave and Alastair, if he remembered correctly, was having nothing of the sort. Leon took himself forwards a few steps and putting himself into her viewpoint,
"Finn Fidh. Fancy meeting you here after this time." The male said, some amount of warmth in his voice, their meeting had only been for the shortest of times but it was one that now he did remember it, he looked back upon fondly.
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Finn perked up at the familiar voice, her face brightening seconds before her eyes registered the wolf in front of her. The voice belonged to León Austral, she knew that. They had crossed paths weeks before, while Finn was still wandering the wastes. It had been a brief conversation, but friendly, words exchanged by two wolves with places to be and things to do, but had a little time to kill in between. It had been León who told her of the packs in this area, and now that she thought about it he had mentioned Anathema by name. How curious, that they should cross paths this way.
“A pleasure to see you again, León!” Finn said, nodding jovially. Good manners and kind words went a long way with Finn, and so she was heartened by the presence of a wolf she knew and rather liked. It made her feel just the smallest bit less alone in this wide, strange land. Alastair surveyed the other wolf with cautious eyes, but did not run. León had made an impression on the deer too, simply through the fact that he had not tried to eat him. Finn shouldered him companionably as she walked past, placing herself at a nearer distance to León and sitting back on her haunches.
“I was just trying to put this silly creature in with the horses.” She looked back at Alastair and frowned, “Something, bit him last night. I did my best to make sure the word got out that he wasn’t supposed to be made into a meal, but either someone wasn’t listening, or he’s been out in the loner lands and getting chewed on.” Her gaze now turned towards the mouth of the cave, “But I don’t think he wants to go in there, either. Caves aren’t exactly the natural habitat of deer, I suppose.” She sighed, considering the problem.
Loath as she was to restrict her friend’s freedom, she didn’t want him getting hurt either. The thought of Alastair dead and eaten started an angry little flame burning in her belly. Though a peaceable wolf most of the time, Finn’s fuse was short when it came to friends. Shaking herself from her thoughts, the she-wolf spoke aloud. “Got any ideas, then?” Her pale eyes focussed amiably on León. She was never one to refuse help or shoot down ideas, especially if she was at a loss herself.
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The female he met merely weeks ago responded to him in kindness and excitement to see him which was something of a comfort to the Austral male. The only people that wanted him around at the moment were his sons and daughter, their mothers however could care less over his safety or well being. The thought was hardly encouraging to his status as a loved person. His white born eyes drifted to the elegant stag that was the traveling companion of Finn and he nodded to him. He wondered without voicing it over the curious red ribbon dangling front the tall proud antlers.
He held in a bark of laughter as Finn shoved her friend out of the way to come closer to him. To most Finn's appearance would be frightening, horrifying and pitiful but to León it told of a very brave story, a large will to survive and fierce determination. His own scarring made him look as though he was a war veteran of many years. In true the Austral male was just good at getting himself into tight spots where the only way out was to receive more scars to adorn his body. He listened with concern as Finn explained that someone had tried to take a chunk out of Alastair, a frown working its way onto his face as he puzzled over the problem she was having trying to get him into shelter,
"He would not stay with the horses. Too flighty. He would kill himself on the doors and fences trying to escape." He offered this small bit of advice, useless as it was although undoubtedly she most likely already knew this. The only thought he had would be to construct a makeshift shelter for him out of of trees and their skeletal branches the only problem was he wasn't sure how Finn would react to him using his optime form. She had expressed a uncertainty of them the last time they had met and he himself had been in secui then as well,
"I haf an idea." He began slowly "I could built a shelter for him from the trees. Then he would not be contained but still safe?" Unsure as to how she would react to the idea, he mulled it over some more trying to think of any other ideas but none were immediately forthcoming other than her original idea of trying to force him inside a cave.
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