11-30-2009, 01:22 AM
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Musquodoboit Valley The trees made the forest have a certain presence about it. It was a quiet morning, the tall conifers hiding most of the rising sun from the two wolves as they walked. Pine needles crackled beneath six paws, the smaller wolf padding along on two legs while the larger stood upright on two. Only one pup had chosen to go outside the packlands with her today, the others sleeping in a cozy pile back in their cabin in Phoenix Valley. She was going to a familiar place, the same area that she had brought the pups to once before. The last time that they had come here, Naniko had run into her friend Kaena and the hybrid had given her a tattoo inside one of the houses as the pups had romped around and played with the various human objects that they'd found. After Kaena had departed for Inferni, the family had looked around the place a bit closer. Naniko had ended up finding a wide variety of books that she had been interested in, but hadn't brought anything with her to carry them back in. The tall, pale wolf had her hair in her usual braid, the tip of it occasionally bumping against her lower thigh as she walked. Her tattoo itched and she fought the urge to scratch at it--she'd been told that it would make it fade, or make some of the ink go away if she did that. The triskele was something that she had seen all over the place as a child, the symbol of the pack that she had been born into, Chimera. It was printed onto her skin to remind her of where she'd come from--her journey from there to here. There had been many mistakes along the road, but at the moment life was pretty good. Naniko looked down to Harlowe to see how he was faring. The pup didn't look to be struggling, but still didn't walk as well as she would have liked for a pup of his age. He occasionally stumbled, and his steps weren't very even, as if one of his legs was shorter than the others or bent in some way. They approached the house and he quietly followed her to the room that they'd gone to before, sniffing around. Once the books were in the bag she'd carried with she turned to go out the front door, the sandy colored boy running ahead of her and down the steps. |