Skyfall Glen Were almost there

For @Viorel! "Blind Date"

There was water everywhere. Everywhere! At least, in this region. She hadn't explored too far since arriving in the Backwater, having been spending time learning the scents of her new packmates, marking her own scent in the territory, learning what was now her new home.

Ozark enjoyed all the water and often followed the streams to creeks, creeks to rivers... It wasn't like the sound of the waves crashing on the beach. It wasn't like that salt in the air. But, she loved it all the same. The ocean would always be and she was young. She would see it again, she knew, yet for now she wanted to see all the things she had not before.

Her venturing today drew her into the direction of the mountains. One day, she would reach the top of them. It would be some time, however. She was no mountaineer.

The Skyfall Glen was so far the prettiest land she had thus far seen since coming here. She parted the forestry around, to be met with the lake. It's waters so clear, it reflected the sky and mountains on the other side. Her tail wages wildly and she rushes towards the white sands chalk, prancing through the shallows.

Leaving the date of this vague since technically Ozark hasn't joined until the join is archived, so assuming this is forward dated.

The Valle man had learned from his co-lead that they had been joined by a couple more members of their extended family. Modesto’s children to be exact, he didn’t think the old bat had it in her. He had kept the thoughts to himself but liked to amuse himself by imagining the children being born covered in dust rather than usual birth matter. But, it wasn’t their fault who their mother was, just as it wasn’t his fault that his mother was always chasing men rather than taking care of her kids.

They had not been with them long, and so far Viorel had not had more than a few passing greetings with them. Today he was determined to make that change. These were his cousins after all, and members of the pack, and he should at least try to get to know them a little.

Still, he had not expected Ozark to travel quite this far out when he had started following her trail. It led through the woods that always gave him the creeps before opening up into a beautiful Glen. He didn’t want to startle the teen so he stayed back near the foliage and let out a chuff of a greeting since she seemed determined to go for a swim. Bit too far into the winter season to be smart in his opinion, but he would keep his mouth shut about that.

It took the babe a bit of time to realize she had been followed. After all, her heart and mind was set to exploration and her youth showed by not paying close enough attention to her surroundings. After splashing about in the crispy clear waters, she pauses and lifts her muzzle, taking a deep breath of the winter breeze.

There. Another. Someone she knew, too. Ozark's head snapped into the direction of the man as he announced himself with a chuff. "Heya Captain!" She barks our at him. Viorel. She had seen him plenty, of course, though hadn't much spoken to him besides some passing greetings and small talk. She knew of him, from the bits her mother hissed, though Ozark imagined he wouldn't take that out on her and her sister. At least, she hoped not. It would cut their time here quite short.

"Th' place is quite th' catch, hu?" She spoke as she spun herself back around to the view our before them.

(This post was last modified: Mar 24, 2024, 04:07 AM by Ozark.)

She had been so involved with her swimming and splashing that the Valle man almost felt bad for interrupting. Still, the label of captain brought out a laugh, that sounded like the Modesto that he remembered from his childhood. Now that they were a little older and a little more removed from the situation he was able to see that his aunt would have never been happy here, not without her salty air and her ocean waves. He still didn’t agree with the things he said and how it ended, but he could accept there was no other way.

He looked around at the glen, it truly was magnificent. He could imagine it was even more beautiful in the summer, ”If only it wasn’t surrounded by the creepiest woods I’ve ever seen, it’s the only thing that keeps me from visiting this place more often.” The journey here truly gave him the heeby jeebys, like someone or something was always watching and just waiting to pounce as soon as he let his guard down.

He took a few strides forwards until his toes touched the water. It sent a cold shock up his legs and he felt better than to move any further. He would wait until spring to start swimming.