Running around [p]

Keldava Wolfe-Denahlii · 05-14-2012, 04:38 PM

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Word Count → 301 Dated to ze 10th

A couple of miles can seem like a lot of space when you’re a puppy and for the last few weeks the small chunk of land around the house that her family had moved into had been Keldava's own private kingdom, to her at least. She had explored what seemed to be ever nook and cranny of Thornbury and the surrounding countryside.

So today she was heading farther afield, setting out bright and early by her standards - that is to say a few hours after most others had begun their activity - and she had happily made her way off into the pack's territory, alternating between bounding about wildly and sniffing around particularly interesting areas.

Her carefree exploring was interrupted somewhat when she found a river. One minute Keldava was standing over the edge of a steep bank, peering down curiously, and the next she had been dumped down into the cold water along with a large amount of loose dirt.

Keldava spluttered and flailed in the water for a minute or so before she managed to right herself into a rough doggy paddle position. Even so the current of the river was too strong for her to do much more than shift her position as she was dragged along and keep herself afloat. After a couple minutes of splashing about Keldava managed to manoeuvre herself over to a small patch of sandy land in the middle of the river.

Keldava whined as she looked around her refuge; the river was a good 4 feet to either side and lined with fairly steep banks. Despite her distress though the pup showed no signs of panic yet; in her mind she saw this as just another part of her adventure and surely she would figure some way to free herself.

Hotaru · 05-14-2012, 08:21 PM

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Hotaru

Sometimes the light that guides us along our paths, is not something that we can see, but something deep inside of us.

OOC:

At long last the egg had hatched. Fawkes had been diligently sitting on the golden egg and babysitting Dalinga's chick as well as the puppy on several occasions. Hotaru had placed the red-tailed hawk in charge of his younger companions, despited his loquacious protests. Now, Fawkes had two chicks to look after, although he no longer had to sit on an egg. Hotaru had set up blankets to help keep the young birds warm, and it was so nice that even Fawkes liked the warm piles of fur.

After a long debate with Fawkes, Hotaru named the tiny female Kelia. Kelia took an instant liking to Fawkes, less so to Hotaru. Fawkes had considerably perked up with the appearance of his new follower and he no longer argued with his master about Kelia's care. Although, Fawkes was still reluctant to take care of Dalgina's chick, even if the thing had grown considerably and was more independent.

With Kelia's birth, Hotaru had yet another mouth to feed and she was busier than ever. She often went out hunting and had little time for carving. Occasionally Fawkes and Hotaru traded places and the wolf stayed home to watch the chicks. However, it was her turn to hunt, so hunt she did. The blind female moved along familiar paths through the pack lands. She already had a rabbit draping from her paws as she walked through the forest in her towering optime form. The shifter preferred to hunt with her secui or lupus form, but she traveled best in her optime form.

The scent of water and a soft whine caught her attention. Red ears swiveled as she listened carefully and her long legs carried her quickly to the river. Dark, unseeing eyes scanned the horizon as her ears twitched and listened carefully for any sound.

Wordcount :: +303

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