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Her pups had gone off exploring in the safety of the pack. Terra didn't feel that she had to keep too close an eye on them with all the various members that were about. They could cause some trouble, but not enough for her to have to deal with blood and the like. Lazily she dug through her stuff on her bed, sorting through the items. There was the purple skirt from Strel, and there was her yellow scarf that she'd nicked from Strel, and there was some lovely jewelry she'd stolen from the festival.


Some of her items were hers honestly. She'd traded a chicken for some of the bracelets that she was now sliding over her wrists. Admiring them Terra's tail beat behind her. She picked up the mirror box, opening it up and making sure that it still worked for stealing items away and hiding them. It even managed to fool her briefly when she forgot which way she had it flipped. Chuckling Terra dived through her treasures, enjoying each one.

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#2
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WC: 000, OOC:

He'd intended to stay close to the Hotel, but the young pups sense of adventure and his lack of awareness of his surroundings had served to take him further away from the small patch of the outside world that he knew. The day before, he'd gone 'gathering' with Mama, which really consisted of Pascal roaming around in the undergrowth and finding something, anything of interest. Today had been no different, aside from the absence of his Mama. He'd only meant to go outside the Hotel where Mama and Papa could see him if they wanted to and Eugene could join him if his brother so desired.


How he'd ended up all the way out here was beyond him. He was cold now, more than likely due to the fact that he was lost and probably in shock a little bit. For a while, the boy had thought he could find his way back- after all he'd only been chasing a bug, he couldn't have gotten this lost. A loud, calling whine came from him, three sharp calls that were directed towards Mama. She didn't answer him and he sat his rump down, his whole body shaking now. "Mamaaaaa" He cried, little face turned to the sky and a wobbly call bursting from him.


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#3
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OOC

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A heart broken wail brought Terra's head up. While her pups had the freedom to go where they wanted to she always made sure she could find them if she needed to. The current plaintive cry sounded like one of them was hurt, and badly. The fact that the cry was more distinctively that of a wolf than the broken cries of a hybrid didn't occur to her, abandoning her toys to rush over. Her bracelets jingled as she sprinted over, letting out soft yips to let her pup know that she was coming.


Breaking forwards she didn't find Ananse or Loki, but there was a crying pup. It was the strange one, the one Terra thought might be cursed because his name didn't have a meaning. He was bawling his head off. Sharply she leaped over to the pup, growling and barking at anything that might be nearby. Satisfied that whatever had been there was now gone she looked down to where the pup was, sniffing at him cautiously. There was no blood at least. What happened? If something had hurt this pup, she would kill it.

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#4
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WC: 000, OOC:

She would be here soon, he knew it. She had to be- she always came when he called. As his plaintive cry came to an end, the little boy lowered his head and gave another squeaking call, quieter this time. He didn't know where he was and he'd told Mama that he wouldn't go far from the Hotel and he clearly had. Worry was beginning to rise in the boy, his little body shaking. Dark brown ears caught the sound of a strange yipping that didn't sound a thing like Mama, but he perked up. Maybe it was her!


Mismatched eyes fell on the charging form of a female who looked nothing like Mama or Papa or Eugene. Terror gripped him and he cringed into the floor as the dusty coloured female began to bark and snarl. Instinct told him to hide, but he was frozen in place. The verbal assault didn't last long and the quiet was followed by a question. He gasped, unable to form words for a moment before his predicament rushed up again to meet him. "I's loooooostt!" He wailed, tears welling in his eyes once more.


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#5
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OOC

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The pup was shaking now. Whatever had happened must have truly terrified him. Nestling down she nuzzled the pup, hoping that he would calm down. It's alright, nothing's going to hurt you. She wouldn't let anything do that. He might not be her pup, but he belonged to the pack, so she would care for him. He seemed frozen stiff, making no sound at all. She tried to be patient, tail swaying behind her as she waited for the pup to speak.


Another noisy assault struck her ears. He hadn't been hurt, but it certainly startled her, raising her hackles up. His answer was something so unpredictable she just stared at him. How had he managed to get lost? He must have wandered away from his parents. She knew who that was thankfully, so could bring him back to them. Well, if that's all. Bending down she scooped him up, heading for the hotel to ask where Silvano was.

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#6
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The females nose came down and touched him, sending a jolt of ice through the little boys body. It didn't feel right, not like his Mama's silken hands or his fathers strong grip or the rough nudge of his brother. He didn't like it, but it was gone as quickly as it had come and Pascal was able to breath once more. His breath came in pants though and he felt the tremble that had shaken his body before overtake. Her voice, however, was kind as she tried to reassure him and he was inclined to believe that he was safe. She may not have been Mama, but surely she could take him back to Mama.


His wail seemed to startle the female, though he didn't notice her reaction through the tears clouding his vision. Her words didn't make sense now either and he remained close to the floor. He hadn't like the way she'd touched him, but it seemed it would happen again. He gave a yelp as he was scooped from the floor and his body shook as she began to move. His breath came out in harsher pants and he didn't know what to do. Usually he would have struggled to get down, but fear locked him into place. Curiosity managed to ease through and he glanced up for a moment. "Wha's your name?" He questioned, mismatched eyes wide.


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#7
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He kept on shaking. How long had he been lost and wandering for before he set up that dreadful howl? Pascal was lucky Terra had been close by to come and help. A yelp of protest broke from the pup as she scooped him up and began to head over the grounds. He was terrified, a rather curious reaction. She had already stated that he was safe. Well, they didn't know each other very well. Terra knew his scent and who he belonged to, but they hadn't spent much time together as she had been firmly wrapped up in her own pups.


His voice was a little cold, as if he was struggling to speak. Why was he so paralyzed? Glancing down she studied the motley pup. My name's Terra. Were you exploring to get so lost? They weren't too far from the hotel thankfully. From there she could start asking around about anyone finding Silvano or his mate, a wolf she hadn't seen yet. Terra wasn't quite sure if the female was shy or if it was because Terra had decided to hide herself off.

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#8
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The trembles racing through his body did not lesson despite the icy discomfort shaking loose. His instinct as a puppy was to scramble away, get away, but strong arms kept him in place and a desire to be returned to his mother over-rode this instinctive desire for freedom. So he remained, blue and green eye wide and body curled up as much as he could. The female's words caused him to dart a look up, a sharp and quick movement that was quick to be corrected, before he retained his front-looking position. Terra. He nodded once, accepting her name silently. He could at least name his rescuer when he regaled his mother with this tale later on.


Her question threw him off for a moment and grey masked face glanced up at her once more. Had he been exploring? He supposed he had been, although the intention had been to stay close to the Hotel as Mama had asked him to. He wasn't as brave as Gene, who went out with Papa on a regular basis. He was more than happy to remain in the vicinity of home. "Yuuuuh, I's was 'splorin' th'mud an' an'... I'gots lost! Whurs you live?" He asked, curiosity once again taking over.


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#9
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OOC

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At least Pascal wasn't giving her any trouble. He wasn't fighting her grip or ready to launch himself out there without a minute's notice. He was still shaking, and had curled up pretty tightly in her arms. Terra couldn't calm him unfortunately. She didn't know why he was so uncomfortable, and thought that taking him home was her best bet. Pascal did glance up at her name, Terra meeting his mismatched eyes with slight curiosity. She hadn't seen eyes like that very often. Shadow had such a set.


Exploring the mud. Terra nodded her head sagely. She remembered how much fun it was to play in the mud. Given half a chance she would still go roll in it. At least the pup seemed to be relaxing enough to chat with her some. I live in Lunenberg, with the alpha's family. The hotel came into sight, Terra's tail beating the air behind her. Now she could find someone to take care of Pascal! Her steps sped up, entering the lobby. Hello! Is Silvano here?

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#10
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The answer his saviour gave didn't make too much sense to the boy. As a youngster and one who had spent a minimal time outside, the only authority he knew was his parents and the word 'Alpha' held no meaning to him. Neither did the word Lunenburg, but it was stored in his brain for perhaps another time. He might stumble across it another time and recognise the name it had been given, but for now it was simply stored for later use. He remained in Terra's arms, trying his hardest to remain still.


It didn't work, however, when the Hotel came into view. With a squeal of surprise and the heady realisation that he did not have to suffer the ice sliding down his spine at the female's touch, the male struggled, wriggling out of the females arms and hitting the floor with an 'oof'. Her voice made him look up for a moment, his Papa's name recognised before he scrambled to his paws and made to dash towards the Hotel. At the last minute, his manners were acknowledged and he turned, almost slipping in the mud. "Que Terra!" He called out, grinning now that he was free and could return to his Mama.


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#11
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She hadn't expected the sudden struggle. He'd been so calm and still. Her grip shifted, doing her best to hold onto the pup as he wriggled around. They were at the hotel, sure, but they still hadn't located either of Pascal's parents. It was no use. He broke free and was off, sliding through the mud. Terra stepped forwards, wanting to still keep an eye on him. He was off and running though, leaving a rather bewildered coyote standing behind. What was up with him?


She nodded her head vaguely at his words before deciding that someone else could take care of it. She had to head back to her own pups. What in the world made him act that way? Terra supposed that's what came of having a name without a meaning. Poor pup. She was glad her own pups had strong names.

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