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Catherine noticed that Dawali restarted to speak, so she turned to him, to pay attention, but she glanced once or twice to the pup besides her. Little Attila had already extinguished the fire, and Dawali relit it again, presented the food and started to play a flute. It looked to have happened all so quick. As the grayish woman wasn't that hungry, she could now turn her attention to the girl.
So, all that she wanted was to see Bluma! She laughed once, by the hidden irony in all that situation, and whistled to the mare, not far away. The equine rose the head, ears up to her owner, and trotted quickly to where both females were. It might look so big for Noir, but Catherine wasn't worried. Bluma was very calm and easy-going. There was no danger for the kid.
Saw had been very silent until now, that even her forgot the black mamba was there, even Seymour, that now floated,dived and rose up again in the air, playfully. 'Stupid bird...', she thought, shaking her head and getting up, rubbing the equine's neck. She wandered about go dance, or not. At least, not now. Her and Bluma had conpromisse with the Aston girl.
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She was watching Dawali closely, listening to his words with concentration. She wanted to take everything in; it wasn't often that Ember got to hear about these sorts of things, tribal things...she wanted to know more and more. She didn't realize that she was frowning, so deeply focused she was, until the leader looked straight up at her. He'd said her name. Well...he hadn't been talking to her or about her, but about the actual embers themselves. The way that he said the word made her tingle, and a shiver ran down her back. She let a smile replace the frown that had taken her face, rubbing her hands together a little to try and get rid of the tingly feeling. Her father had named her Ember after another wolf, a wolf he had been close to that had died. It was a used name, a name that she had never really appreciated a whole lot. Now it felt kind of special, though, when he said it like that. Ember.
She rose to put sand on the fire with the others, then returned to her spot to see what was coming next. She did not put so much focus onto Dawali this time, observing lightly. When the time came she ate, ears taking in the sounds of the flute in the background. She danced along with the others to the melodies, laughing and twirling about, giving in to the festivities. But all the while she kept glancing back to her friend, watching him play. Was he going to dance with them? If he did, the music would be gone. Breaking away from the group, she approached him and sat down on the leather next to him. What a wonderful tribe...and a great night. They had a good life. Ember would remember this for the rest of her days.
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Oceane smiled as she watched the rest of them finally put out the flames. Just one little swirl of smoke was left as she watched and waited to see what would happen next. Dawali spoke and Oceane was excited as she watched him began to play where the fire had been. Almost magically he made the flames spring back to life and began to roar once more. With the flames he announced the renewal of the world and the days of celebration that were to come. She turned to her brother as she grinned, knowing that now was the best part of all! She moved forward almost hesitantly as she went to retrieve something to eat while the others began their own ways of celebration.
She didn't know much about dancing but she'd seen how fluidly the others moved as they began to express themselves on the open ground. Oceane's eyes wandered towards the flames again and forgot all about her dinner as she touched her nose to one branch that stuck out of the fire. Glancing around to make certain her siblings weren't there to rat her out she grabbed ahold of the branch and brought it out of the fire, the crackling flame a distance away from her pelt as she turned in a circle and watched the flames gutter and flag as she moved. Taking a couple of short leaps around the fire she became excited as the flames danced along with her.
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Attila was getting morbidlly bored, and Dawali's speech seemed to last hours. Finally, the smell of meat was sensed by his sharp nose. He raised his head to where the smell was, ears up. Yes, food! the red wolf threw a piece of flesh to him, and a rush of adrenaline was bombed thought his body. With agility, he ran to where the meat would land, and jumped to get it in mid-air. A smiled spread in his face when the food met his mouth. As soon as he landed, the pale boy torn and ate every single piece of the food. Yet, it wasn't enough.
The Aston kid ran to the pile of food, and took another piece. He devoured it in matter of seconds. His big eye -and stomach- asked for one more. Just a small one. He got the smaller in sight and ate that as well. Now, he was full. Luckly, not full enough to don't dance. Not sure how to dance, he watched the others, the way they moved. A flash of light crossed his eyes, astonishing him. When the boy found the source of it, he laughed. Oce was dancing with the fire! Priceless!
When the laughter stopped, he found himself a stick of his own, one that wasn't on fire, he sat away from the others, and just formed shapes in the earthy ground. It was kind of an entertainment, a pastime. He wasn't going to dance with it. He was smarter than that. Using his mouth, he drew a weird-looking form, that was supposed to be the fire; a bunch of lines that were supposed to be wolves dancing, one with a stick in fire in the mouth to be Oce; a small, one and one even bigger bunch of lines for Noir, Catherine and that horse of hers. After those, he spun around in his bum for a clean soil. The pale boy started to make other forms, and started to create stories with them.
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