HE who laughs last
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Gael.

… he’s a dork!


He moved with a light trot, his paws hardly touching the ground as he moved. Light bones and thin body carried the male over hills and through forests, while golden eyes took in everything that stood around him. As inconsiderate as he could be, the male was a master of his surroundings. Able to take in the scenery and reproduce it with no effort, it was a talent that he hadn’t yet truly tapped into. It was just something he did, neither considering it something worth developing, or something that had any true use.

The tawny male seemed to have been walking forever, and having only met one other wolf his was becoming discouraged. It was an easy thing, and even made him stop in his tracks and retake the steps he had just left. No nothing, his head shook with frustration. They bubbled in his chest and threatened to cause an explosion, the young boy found it hard to think and his head clouded. Sitting in the dirt he looked though the thin tree line, eyes burning a hole in the landscape. To often he felt the control slip through his fingers, making it hard to hold onto a single string of thoughts.

Finding the mind to get back to his paws, the ragged lean beast looked for something to take his anger out on. A few steps brought him to a large stick. Leading with the soot hued foot, Heath pawed it, noticing that it was old and brittle. Thin jaws took it in his mouth, and with a long winding swing he hit it against the nearest tree. Releasing it at the last moment he watched as it fit the large trunk, snapping it in half with a satisfying crack.

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thanks for starting. <3


The three of them would have made a good rescue team or search party. He and his siblings could easily cover ground, and, if they had ever wanted to put their minds to it, could have easily tracked down and rescued any lost and forlorn soul who needed the help. Of course, the trio were a bit too stubborn for that sort of work, so instead they used their scouting skills for hunting. They had a focus, an inspiration for their running. The beast with the turquoise eyes was their elder, but Heath and Miriette hardly needed him any more than they needed each other. They were triplets. Gratien might have needed them. Gratien, Aurélie, even stubborn old Tom (or what could be remembered of him) were the reasons the three split up for days on end. Gaël had his moments where he wished they didn't have to.


He'd been moving rather swiftly, cautious of clouding skies and unwilling to be left in a sudden downpour whenever it decided to give in. A nearby, startling snap nearby froze him in his steps; for a moment Gaël feared lightning, but wandering eyes proved otherwise. He wasn't particularly surprised to see his brother--the litter's youngest--goofing off. Such behavior summarized Heath rather easily, and Gaël enjoyed the balance of demeanor and personality between he and his siblings. He often wondered how Gratien might've turned out... like their mother, probably. He would have been the baby. "Heath," he chuckled, stepping nonchalantly closer to his jovial little brother. "Fais-tu rien? Je te vois seulement quand tu fais l'imbécile." A grin. "As-tu vu Miriette?"



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oh, np!


Heath remembered when they first split, the idea only Gael could convince him of. Even after so much time (in his head at lease) his big brother was the only one that convince him of anything serious. Miriette was all right at the task, but not for something as serious as breaking the trio. He almost resented his brother for his current loneliness.

The sound rang in his chest, bringing a smile to his face. The pieced splintered off, falling to the ground just before he red to pick the largest up back into his mouth. Something stopped him, a voice that he would always recognize. Turning, gold eyes looked to find the face he had just been envisioning. He couldn’t help the smile that crept to his face, Vous êtes toujours le seul l'un qui n'il pense pas isnt’t important. he jested as he approached his lost brother. Together again, Heath felt the calm wash over him. All frustration that had been bottled up left as his attention turned to their sister.

No j'ai été partout dans ce territoire, et ne peut pas la trouver. He was worried for her, but not enough to show it. The small wolf watched his brother as he questioned him.

Yous trouvez n'importe quoi?

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He chuckled slightly at his brother's words; Heath was one of few that could bring a chuckle to the habitually stern wolf that was Gaël. The teal-eyed boy had a shallow sense of humor, perhaps, but it wasn't like Gaël to crack jokes or laugh at a passing whim. He was just down-to-earth, that was all. Heath wasn't quite his opposite--actually, they balanced each other out rather well, while they two boys had had their conflicts and disagreements plenty, but it was expected out of siblings. Miriette, as the middle child, had both served as a sometimes mediator and as the sister that was simply told to "stay out of it" when it came to their arguments... mostly because the two brothers hated to get her upset somehow. Heath found it a challenge when arguing with Gaël, while the eldest brother found it rather tiring and a waste of time. In his own opinion, he was usually right. He used his nonchalant replies in arguing to get Heath all worked up, while Heath could simply be annoying and pushy to test his brother's patience. They could argue all they wanted, but Heath and Miriette were still the only two that had ever really been able to enjoy Gaël in a sociable, good mood.


So that was why he was goofing off. He'd already been around everywhere, supposedly; Gaël wasn't sure to believe such a statement or not, but shrugged it off as nothing. "Peut-être, elle a trouvé quelqu'un avec des réponses. Je ne suis pas inquiété." His eyes strayed to the split wood that was splayed around on the ground, quietly observing his brother's odd sense of fun and remembering how strangely but easily excitable he was. He paused for a moment, recalling any at all information he'd picked up on since their last separation, but nothing came to mind. The land was barren for answers. "Rien. J'ai trouvé quelqu'un qui parle le français comme nous... Mais, c'est tout."



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sorry for the delay! ... and i prolly use the worst translator EVER


Looking back at the beasts that he had met his head began to hurt. Scraped knuckles and a bloody nose had been the result of one meeting, while the other was just as interesting. Though he hadn’t gotten much ‘important’ information, in Gaël’s eyes at least. Heath thought it was an accomplishment to have learned a new head butting technique, but he knew better then to brag to his older brother. Such a thing was goofing off.

Even though they fought it was his brother’s voice that eased his worrying, as they did this time. Unless Heath was at the brink of battle Gaël could always calm him, and usually with just a few words. He was happy to believe that their sister was safe and sound, he would rather think of other things anyways.

He did have some information, and was happy to share with the larger male.
Il y a un tas, tout près. Crimson Dreams, menés par une femelle seule Of course Heath wasn’t sure for certain that she was the only one truly leading it, but he was one for assumptions. Je crois son par le lac. Heath had investigated the scents that lingered there, finding it matching the pup he had met from the pack.

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What Heath had gathered for information was still little compared to the big picture; he and his siblings knew hardly anything about their father. Their only means of recognition would be his duel-blooded genetics that they themselves had inherited as well as the scars on his body and over his eye. They didn't know his name, his age, his birthplace... Gaël himself would recognize the creature upon seeing him--memories of his mother's death still commonly flashed before his eyes or haunted his dreams--but they could give no better information to those they queried than that. It was unfortunate and thus unlikely that they would find him, but the trio were dedicated nonetheless.


Gaël straightened and nodded patiently at his brother. "Ouais... Donc, leur avez-vous parlé?" He doubted it; Heath was more of a scout that a questioner. His little brother had the same level of drive to find their father as Gaël, but the older sibling was more upfront with questions. His brother was easily distracted one way or another, usually by temper or laziness. Turquoise eyes were turned on him sarcastically, awaiting the answer he already supposed.

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The male should have known that his brother wouldn’t be satisfied with his bits of information. He didn’t resent the trait of his big brother, but should have known better then to give such little information. The lack of details wouldn’t have bothered him, but then again Heath wasn’t the head of their quest. Shifting his weight from one paw other he recalled his visit with the pack wolf. Seulement un jeune mâle. Unsure whether he should divulge the nature of the conversation he had with the orange tinted boy, it wasn’t exactly something he spoke to Gael about.

Remembering suddenly something that Haven had said about some sort of clan. The more Heath had thought it over, all of the few seconds while he remembered, the more it seemed like valuable information. Il a parlé d'un paquet de coyote, au nord et à l'est. Cela semble un peu des limites. If they looked for a rapist and a murderer, with the blood of yote running through his veins, this place might be it.

Il pourrait être là.
They both knew who Heath spoke of.




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Gaël nodded simply, growing serious once more in the new revealings of information. He was constantly hopeful, for whatever reason, even if their quest could end up in vain. "Ouais... Vas, cherches-là." The hybrid's nose was turned to the air and he breathed slowly, the reminiscent of a smile vague on his youthful face. "Pris garde à Miriette. Nous nous rencontrerons en haut plus tard." He gave his younger brother a deliberate nod, assuring his confidence in Heath before turning quickly and hastening away, plenty on his mind and plenty before his feet now new for him to uncover.

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