Alex? Alex...Where are you? Oh please don't have been caught up in all that...
A dark, fuzzy shape slipped across the small canine's vision. Her eyes followed it's movement without trouble, but she lost it the second it dove behind a nearby bush. The berries quivered, the plant's leaves dropping what seemed like a bucket of water, all thanks to that evening's down pour. Last evening...the wolf blinked, memories taking over her mind, the shadow forgotten completely. Last evening had not been fun. First, her mother calls her to their den. The young wolf was told something, something that is now rotting away deep in her mind. She isn't to tell anyone. Not a soul. The only other person she knows is aware of the situation, is her brother. But for the life of her, she couldn't find him!
Jami's eyes snapped to one side as the figure appeared again. Right. There was something there. How had she forgotten? She must have looked like an idiot. Great. She turned, her paws pressing in to the spongy ground, pads squeaking as she turned. Good job at stealth, Jami. Amazing job. She let out a breath, slightly visible, it billowed away from her, once again distracting her mind. This time, luckily, she pulled her brain back in to focus.
What could be stalking her? Was it Alex, playing another one of his tricks on her again? She tried again to reach her brother. Alex! If that's you, stop it. You're scaring me.
The figure was gone, nowhere to be seen. Jami lifted herself up high on to her tippy-toes, trying to catch a glimpse of the figure, but to no avail. Something smacked hard in to her back and she toppled forward with a yelp. A mouthful of mud is what she managed to get. Not a glimpse of the figure.
A dark, fuzzy shape slipped across the small canine's vision. Her eyes followed it's movement without trouble, but she lost it the second it dove behind a nearby bush. The berries quivered, the plant's leaves dropping what seemed like a bucket of water, all thanks to that evening's down pour. Last evening...the wolf blinked, memories taking over her mind, the shadow forgotten completely. Last evening had not been fun. First, her mother calls her to their den. The young wolf was told something, something that is now rotting away deep in her mind. She isn't to tell anyone. Not a soul. The only other person she knows is aware of the situation, is her brother. But for the life of her, she couldn't find him!
Jami's eyes snapped to one side as the figure appeared again. Right. There was something there. How had she forgotten? She must have looked like an idiot. Great. She turned, her paws pressing in to the spongy ground, pads squeaking as she turned. Good job at stealth, Jami. Amazing job. She let out a breath, slightly visible, it billowed away from her, once again distracting her mind. This time, luckily, she pulled her brain back in to focus.
What could be stalking her? Was it Alex, playing another one of his tricks on her again? She tried again to reach her brother. Alex! If that's you, stop it. You're scaring me.
The figure was gone, nowhere to be seen. Jami lifted herself up high on to her tippy-toes, trying to catch a glimpse of the figure, but to no avail. Something smacked hard in to her back and she toppled forward with a yelp. A mouthful of mud is what she managed to get. Not a glimpse of the figure.
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Mom! Why'd you let Jami out there all on her own? Alex cried, his thoughts sending much more clumsily and quickly in his panic. His little sister was out there, all by herself. His mom knew full well what was going on between the packs. She knew Jami was careless. If trouble couldn't find her, she would somehow manage to find trouble. At least, that's what Alex liked to think. He jumped about in front of Naomi, his mother. She waved him off with a sharp flick of her tail and he backed off respectfully.
Mom, she'll get hurt. Or die. You know that!
She'll be fine, Alex. Stop your wining or you'll attract unwanted guests. she snapped back. Alex pulled back, looking away. He had to go find his sister, even if it meant disobeying his mother and father. But when he glanced out of the den's entrance, his paws quivered slightly. He was too scared to do it. Not just because he knew he'd be punished for disobeying his parents, but also because he knew he too could easily be killed out there. He was a coward. He was afraid when his spastic little sister wasn't. That didn't make him feel very confident one bit. His sister could handle something as scary as this, but he couldn't.
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She was worried. She was very worried, more than she would ever let on. It was her daughter. Her only daughter out there, but Naomi wouldn't break. Not for this. She knew her daughter was too weak. She knew her daughter needed to learn how to be tough, think for herself, and this was the only way she knew how.
Of course she hadn't let her just wander off alone. She never would do that. Even in teaching her to be brave, she would still send a little bit of guidance. Naomi let out a sigh, turning to her ever so agitated son. He cared so much about his sister, the perfect older brother. He knew that once they left, he'd keep her safe no matter what happened. She knew that much.
Turning away from the boy again, she shifted. Her lanky legs becoming smooth white skin, the fur on her scalp lengthening in to sandy blonde hair. A ripped, forest green shirt and a pair of baggy grey shorts hung looseley on her figure as she took a few pieces of wood and some spare flint she'd snatched from the humans in to her hands. A few moments later, a small fire lit the den. Returning to her wolf form, she curled up, head resting along her paws, eyes staring blankly out in to the darkness of the forest.
{13}
His paw steps were near silent, years of practice at his will. He crouched low and stalked across the grungy forest floor. His belly fur grew wet with rain and mud. His eyes locked on to every tiny movement, every leaf falling, every droplet dropping, every night creature crawling. His senses picked up every scent, including that of his daughter's. His target. He closed his eyes and tasted the air. She was close, very close.
He slipped across a clearing, in to deep green bushes. He glanced upwards. No moon in sight. The sky, only visible through the break in the trees of the clearing, was filled with dark grey patches. Leftover storm clouds from the rain earlier. He snuffed and focused his attention on the clearing. A small black and white figure trotted forward in to the tiniest bit of light. She was completely open. Darcia had to hold back a groan. His daughter could be so stupid sometimes. Then again, no one actually taught the women of this pack to be strong and vigilant, stealthy, careful...they kept the dens clean and tidy, cared for the pups and prepared the food when brought raw meat.
He slipped back across the clearing, hoping she'd at least notice him. And she did, that he was proud of. But then her eyes became distant, the look she would get whenever she was thinking deeply about something. It happened a lot. He cursed under his breath and a moment later moved slightly more noticeably to the other side of the clearing. She caught sight of him and followed his movements. Her feet caught on the wet ground, causing them to squelch loudly. She was not a quiet one.
With a quick breath, he lunged, slamming in to her back and sending her sprawling forward. She was so light, it barely took anything to push her forward. A moment later, he leaped back in to the trees. His daughter sat up clumsily, sputtering and coughing noisily. She glanced around in complete confusion for her attacker, but to his complete disbelief, she didn't even seem to think of taking any kind of defensive form.
Be alert, Jami. Stop this foolishness and stand. Fight me.
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--OOC--
I mentioned this already Noveraa, but in case you didn't get it-
I didn't really leave much room for interaction on your end, sorry o-o Just introduce your characters and then next time I post I'll get things moving! =3