crazy caught in the forest

[Usdi Tawodi]

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_____Underneath the damp forest of collective pine trees, he found that he liked it there the most. Though the scrutinizing gaze of the sun was mostly hidden, it filtered down and lit the pathways in the later afternoon just how he needed it. Any other traveller may have been a little taken with the forest, but Tawodi didn't quite see its beauty. He wasn't there to hunt either, merely to pace around and kill time. Slowly but surely he imagined the rest of the tribe was filtering in and when there were enough of them, he assumed that they would be gathered. Aniwaya would live again, even if they were miles from the place that he knew only as a distant memory.


_____After that little stint of poking the ocean of what must have been melting ice water, he didn't want to hang around there, anyway. A crow cawed from a branch above him as he walked beneath it, but the sound was lost on him. He was thinking back as far as he could, wondering if there was some shred of colour left in the memories of where they had come from when they had started out. His parents had gone from vibrant pictures of colour to greyed frames, and now they were blurred and distant—his siblings suffered the same fate in his head. He had grown up and he had changed, ultimately because just some child that more or less belonged to them all; an orphan.

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[Itsihnalv Go]

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Itsihnalv was still not one-hundred percent on this whole move here. He had been traveling these lands constantly nowadays and found the surroundings themselves fit, but the inhabitants not so much. When he had imagined their new home, he had done so with a vast place where no others would bother them. Here, they barely had elbow-room with all the packs of werewolves and even normal wolves around. And not to mention the coyotes; he had not gotten a fairly positive impression of them from that golden-furred girl by the beach, and he was certain that they would not feel good as to have another pack of wolves moving in, either. The young warrior frowned, walking with his eyes to the ground as he navigated through the Dampwoods. He had been here before, and was simply passing through to go towards the place where they had entered the area — probably to find Ayegali. That was, of course, until he found a familiar scent embedded in the area’s smell of rotting wood.


He knew it to be of the tribe, though he couldn’t really pin-point whom. Itsihnalv followed it diligently until he found the tawny-colored young one that he remembered, in a flash, was Usdi Tawodi. He had never really spoken to Tawodi in length before, but he knew them to be brothers in circumstance. They had both had their respective parents taken from them in the wars with the other werewolf groups of their past home, and he had always wondered how Tawodi had dealt with it, when Itsihnalv himself locked himself away from friends and family.


Go approached, tilting his head slightly when he came to greet the younger wolf. “Hello, Tawodi. Did you arrive here a short while ago?” With Tawodi’s age, Itsihnalv couldn’t imagine that the rest of the tribe was far behind. The permanent settling-down here would not be long from now.

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[Usdi Tawodi]

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Now it wasn't every day that he got to see Itsihnalv, though on the occasion that he did, Tawodi was never entirely sure how to view him. Though it were true that they were brothers in circumstance, he never really felt like all of the others were family in any sense to him. Which inwardly Tawodi knew wasn't right per se, but all of them had a hand in raising him one way or another. But he still greeted the warrior the same, a faint smile and a wag of his tail. “I've been here a while, I dunno how long, but a while,” he said, trying hard to imply that he had come there on his own. Which he had—he had run ahead of the others—and well, to him that was a badge of courage or bravery or something of that sort



Also a good reason to get reprimanded too, though Ayegali didn't do such a thing to him. She had seemed happy just to see that he had come in one piece. “What about you? How long have you been here?” Probably long enough to decide that it was safe to live there, which who knew how long that took. Ayegali and at least two of her siblings had gone ahead of him, that much he knew. Only time would tell if they decided to stay or not and frankly, Tawodi didn't know how to feel about that either. Most of his life so far had been spent travelling so in a sense, he didn't know any better. He would have been fine if they continued to go forward to aimless directions, even if they marched right into the ocean. They could swim it, right?

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