I'm always trav'lin, and I love being free

Baird Byrne · 07-15-2012, 07:43 AM

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Word Count :: 661Back dated to 13.07.12. Optime form (loinclothed.) Pan, Gelar and 2 quoll pups present. The Sugarwoods

Baird was glad that he was out of the mountains, he'd been walking through forests for two days now and he loved it. The mountainous terrain reminded him little of home, but it was too much of a reminder for him, at least the forests of Nova Scotia had no resemblance to the forests of home. He admired the tall trees and all of the very green foliage, aware that he stood out like a sore thumb in the brown and green environment, his sandy fur better suited to the deserts of the Australian outback. He hummed as he walked, the tune one that had been passed down through the dingo tribe that he had been born into, he couldn't remember all of the lyrics but he knew that they suited him well, being all about an Aussie traveller that still called only one place home; The Lucky Country itself.

He glanced up into the trees to see Pan and Gelar racing each other, the kookaburra was gliding between trees, turning and banking sharply to avoid branches and trunks with ease. Pan was using those branches to leap from tree to tree, easily keeping pace with the bird, the two were conversing in Low Speech as they raced, from the little he knew of their languages Baird could tell that they were bantering. He smiled, loving the fact that Pan was finally exercising. She had been lazy since they had reached Nova Scotia and she hadn't lost the pup weight she had put on while pregnant, but now she seemed to have plenty of energy and was keen on losing her flabby bits.

The two male pups that clung to his shoulder watched their mother with desire, he knew that they wanted to play too, but right now he wanted them safely in his sights, they were in strange territory and he didn't want to lose them. The larger of the pups tried to get away from Baird, launching himself from the dingo's shoulder, but the Australian caught the pup in mid-air, tucking the little bundle of fluff into his arms, "No way you little ankle biter, there's no way you're going walkabout only to come a gutser." He flipped the pup over in his hand and tickled his tummy gaining squeaks of delight from the russet furred quoll. His brother, the more chocolate brown furred pup seemed to feel left out and snuggled up to Bairds neck, but when that didn't work he sank his teeth into the flesh of Bairds jaw. Baird cried out in pain and abruptly stopped the tickling of the pups tummy, he raised his free hand-paw up to his face where the pup was hanging off his jaw. He yanked the pup away from his flesh and stared into the little animals beady eyes. He frowned at the pup "Little spoiled bugger, aren't ya?" He half growled. He blew in the quoll's face, making the pup screw up his little features. Baird nodded, as if that sorted everything and placed the pup back on his shoulder, "No more biting!" He stipulated. The other, larger pup was also placed on his shoulders, where he settled down and chirruped happily.

He looked up again and noticed that Pan was the only one of his companions in sight. He whistled to Pan, she glanced down and shrugged at Baird, hardly breaking her stride. Baird sighed, he was sure the bird would be back soon, but he hated it when Gelar flew off. He knew the kookaburra well enough to know that he often got distracted and this was not the place for the bird to disappear; he could smell a pack border close by and he didn't know what kind of pack they were and if they shot strange birds... With that panicked thought in his mind he raised his muzzle to the tree canopy and let forth a stream of short, sharp barks, summoning the kookaburra back to him.

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Ismeme · 07-16-2012, 05:00 PM

Isa felt like getting out and going for a walk for a little while. Unfortunately, it was nearly impossible for her to walk with her belly so large, so she decided to go for a ride instead. Finding Brynn grazing in a field with Blessing and Bella, Isa gave a small whistle, calling for the massive draft horse. Quickly trotting up to her side, Isa petted the stallion’s neck as he lowered himself down, allowing the pregnant female an easier way onto his back.

The two walked out of Casa and came across a small herd of deer. It was too bad she wouldn’t really be able to hunt them, they looked delicious. Hadley probably already had something to eat for her back at the house anyways. Brynn carried her outside of Casa for a little while until she heard a voice up ahead. Once the man came into view, she smiled and gave him a small greeting as Brynn lowered himself down to the ground again. Hello there. She stayed close to Brynn, remembering the last time she had ran into a man while on her own. Forcing the memory out of her head, she turned her attention back to the man before her, watching him closely but still appearing friendly. She wouldn’t make that mistake again.

Baird Byrne · 07-18-2012, 11:10 AM

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Baird flicked his ears forward as the sound of hooves reached him, he looked to the skies again, panic in his green gaze. He let another sharp bark out desperately calling to Gelar. He lowered his muzzle in time for the other canine to come into view. She looked to be heavily pregnant, the horse that she rode easily bore her weight though. The equine seemed to know exactly how to react to his rider and he sank to the floor, all four legs folding underneath him, allowing the woman to disembark. Baird raised a hand-paw in greeting, managing to wipe the panic from his face in time, or so he thought, "G'day ma'am. Beaut of a day, ain't it?" He drawled, allowing his muzzle to bow a little in respect. He had stopped his forward motion and was stood a few paces from the rotund woman, his hand-paws now crossed behind his back. He was about to comment on her obvious pregnancy when, like sarcasm sensors, Pan and Gelar dropped from the trees and thudded into him. The quoll landed on his back, her sharp claws digging into his fur and skin, her two pups jumped as she landed, her sudden appearance startling them. Gelar landed on his head heavily, his clawed feet tangling in Bairds blonde headfur. Baird jumped a mile, a yelp of surprise erupting from his maw.

He clutched at his chest where he could feel his heart pounding wildly. He panted slightly as he looked back up to the woman, trying to see if the appearance of two strange creatures had startled her. She looked to be close to her time, Baird was no expert at these things, but her belly was well rounded, he had no wish to be delivering a strange womans pups due to his companions actions. "Sorry about Gelar and Pan, they think they're regular comedians. They didn't startle you too much, did they?" He enquired, he couldn't help flicking his verdant eyes to her belly.

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