Sticky Situation
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Word Count → 336 :: Prompt: Sal Palus sometimes traps a ungulates in thick, deep mud -- while this poses a danger to a canine, too, Luperci may be able to retrieve the animal (and an easy meal) without becoming stuck themselves.


Willam had hitched up the travois to Châtiment and had figured to take him out for a bit of hunting. She knew the Moors was a choice pick for something larger but she had chosen to bypass them this time. She figured to head to where the sheep were instead, figuring that thinning out the herd there would be the best. Plus she figured she could handle the smaller creatures on her own. That had been her first thought at least. She had gotten to the area and was preparing to shift to leave the horse behind when she heard a cry coming from just further ahead.

It wasn't a sound that she was used to. A pat was given to her horse's neck before she moved past him to head in the direction that the noise was heard coming from. Willam frowned as she came upon a yearling moose trapped in the mud. It struggled to free itself, managing to get one leg out but having the rest sink further into the mud trap. She felt for the creature's struggle but wasn't certain how to go about getting it out without getting Châtiment and herself stuck as well.

Knowing that her horse would follow wherever she went she made certain to stay on firm ground. She frowned and reached up to wrap a hand around her crucifix as she tried to think of how to go about this. Of course with the travois she had brought the canvas cover and rope that she used to help protect and secure whatever kill she was bringing back with her but she had no idea what to do with the objects that wouldn't end up with everyone stuck. She figured that if she could get the rope around the moose's neck then the stallion could be used to pull it out but the problem came with actually getting the rope around the moose's neck. There was no way that she could do it without Châtiment following after her.

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Myrika is by me!

She could not remain within the Great Village forever. Myrika knew that quite well, and so it was that she'd set out a few times over the past few days, making her scent more known about Inferni. She could not sequester herself forever, and the tawny-furred coyote knew this well. Yet, she meandered along the coast, trying to avoid the caverns and the mansion so she might not encounter other coyotes -- her scent would be around Inferni; need her face and voice be, as well? The borders, then -- she could stalk them on two legs as she'd done so infrequently as a scout.

The tawny-furred hybrid wore the shorter and smaller of her skirts, finding it a buffer against the chill. Though it was not yet winter, there was cold in the wind, especially the breeze blowing in from the bay. As she walked, it tore at her hair and fur, flattening the skirt against one thigh and beating it against the other. She threw and arm against it angrily and paused to slide the bandanna around her neck up and over her hair so that it held her hair back. Fixed, she carried onward, occasionally throwing a baleful glance toward the water. It wasn't the bay she was angry with, it wasn't anyone she was really angry with -- well, no one she could picture, anyway.

She was not long in walking when she spied a brown horse up ahead, with a smaller and lighter form up ahead of it. Myrika paused and almost turned around, remembering the strangeness of Willam's last request -- to change her name? Myrika could not have said no, but she didn't really want to say yes -- much less command Willam make such a change -- herself. Yet she had pored over the gift carefully and it was thoughts of that -- laboriously written pages, its binding luxurious in comparison to the crude stitching of the Infernian history book -- which made her press onward, even forcing a smile and pricking her ears upward in friendliness.

He's stuck good, huh? Myrika said, smiling.

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Word Count → 345 :: Out of Character text


Willam was too busy pondering the situation to be paying attention to whatever decided to come up behind her, not that she was too worried since her back was turned towards the lands of Inferni. Why should she worry when it was only fellow clan members that were likely to come upon her? She felt no reason to fear those that she shared a home with. But then again she had never experienced betrayal at the hands of her peers before. Not that she had ever really experienced betrayal to begin with. After all she hadn't known those whom had burned her home to ever be betrayed by them.

It was the sound of another's voice that told the large female that she was no longer all alone. She turned her head in order to see who had approached and found the leader there. "Yeah, he is." Willam agreed softly with a slight nod of her head. She turned to look back to the moose once again. "It looks like he is getting tired." The remark was given as the yearling's attempts to break free were becoming subdued. "I was trying to figure out how to get him out without getting Châtiment or myself stuck." And that was the exact reason that she was just standing and staring. Willam simply couldn't figure out what to do.

Willam cast another glance towards the leader before focusing on the moose once again. "What do you think? We can't just leave him there, can we?" She really couldn't stand to watch another suffer when they didn't deserve it. And it was because the moose was suffering that she couldn't just turn around and walk away either. She felt compelled to help even though she was at a loss for exactly what it was that she could do to help. But that was a conundrum that often came up with Willam. Such as how she wanted to help Inferni and be a benefit to the clan but again she wasn't exactly certain how to go about achieving that either.

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-- oh hi did you know I stink Sad


Myrika is by me!

The tawny woman considered the moose, listening to Willam with pricked ears. She did not immediately supply a suggestion to the silver-tinged coyote, but instead remained contemplative, looking at the marshy muck between themselves and the stuck animal. When an answer was prompted by a direct question from the woman, Myrika nodded her quick agreement. No, she said. If he can't get out himself, he'll starve. Nothing deserves that, Myri said decisively. Even the attackers of Inferni, varied as they were -- a quick death was one thing, but to starve them intentionally? The tawny-hued woman knew Willam to be correct, but she was still considering the problem of extracting the moose without becoming themselves stuck.

Well, she said, sticking her hands on her hips. We should probably hit him with an arrow. Less struggle. She herself did not have a bow and it was the first ranged weapon to jump to her mind. After that... ropes, maybe? she suggested, though she wasn't quite sure how they'd be able to get the ropes around the moose to drag it out. She herself was no expert at lassoing and related skills, but maybe through dumb luck -- or, by some chance, Willam was capable of throwing a good lasso. It'll be hard to find ropes of the right length, though, she murmured, trying to guess the length necessary to cross the distance between themselves and the moose.

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Word Count → 341 :: Nuuu, you no stink


Willam was glad that they were in agreement. She was glad that Myrika didn't believe in suffering without reason as well. It made her feel better about speaking with the leader of Inferni even if she still felt a bit awkward doing so. It alowed for a bit of common ground and didn't have Willam feeling as if she needed to end up biting her tongue. neither of them wanted the moose to suffer anymore than it already was. And well, it made Willam feel better to know that she wasn't about to be in trouble for not having ignored the creature and doing some other amount of work. Still, Myrika didn't seem exactly certain of what to do either.

"Ithiel had taught me how to use the bow but I hadn't thought to bring it with me." Not that she would even say that she was that good with it either. "I have my kestros though." With that she moved to the pack that was normally found across the horse's back and pulled out the rope and the roughly crafted darts that were used for the kestros. "I have some rope too. I usually use it for tying down prey to the travois so that it won't fall off while being transported." As she spoke she was shifting around the canvas in order to get to the length of rope that she had. Once she had removed both items from the stallion's back she carried them over to where Myrika was at.

"Do you think that these will work?" It was the closest that Willam possessed to what Myrika had ended up suggesting. Willam was willing to offer whatever she had to the leader. She so desperately wanted to prover herself to be capable. Even now she still didn't wish to shame Ithiel or cause him any amount of grief. She was still worried that whatever she did could end up having an adverse effect on him and so she was trying hard to end up avoiding that.

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