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Reconnoiter - Bardou - Apr 18, 2012 The large grey man ambled along at a comfortable if uneven lope with the pale young lady at his side. She had bought him back from the edge after everything had gone to shit, and now he was repaying his debt. A small part of him screamed at the prospect of ever having to let her go, but the logical side of his brain told him he would have to. He was good enough company, if gruff, but he just wasn’t made to give her all she deserved. Reconnoiter - Borlla - Apr 18, 2012 [dohtml] The girl was beginning to tire of walking. She'd been tired of walking since they'd left, but for him, she'd keep going. In the end, this was better for the both of them. Bardou would be free of his terrible situation, and Borlla would be walking right into hers. But hopefully it could be set right. The Tainn's were kind, a group that Borlla would be more than willing to share with Bard. That is, if they'd let her. She feared Corinna's relentless gaze. Something that not even Indru could cuddle away. Borlla had sought for Corinna's approval since...Well, forever, even if it didn't seem that way. But at this point, that seemed an impossible goal. Regardless, she would try. Bardou wouldn't allow her to run away. Especially not since they'd been traveling for such a long time. Still, her paws wished to retreat. They were too close now. In Relic Lore, actually. Her scent was here, and someone would find it and Indru would find out, and everything would turn to shit. She couldn't leave. Determination began to flow through her, and she pressed close to him as they walked, tipping her head back slightly as the wind blew. <b style="color:#32527a">"Almost," She said, her voice low. <b style="color:#32527a">"This place is called Hush Meadow. Still a few miles yet, but not too much longer. We could rest now, though, if you'd like." Her honey-hued eyes shifted towards him, his limp in mind. It would take more effort on his end to walk. <b style="color:#32527a">"Swift River will still be there in the morning." She tried to force indifference into her voice, not necessarily wanting to pity him. No one wanted that. <b style="color:#32527a">"speech." Reconnoiter - Bardou - Apr 19, 2012 He knew of her reluctance to get to where they were going any sooner than they had to, and he knew she would be justifying their delay with his limp. In truth it rarely ached anymore except for in the cold, but none the less he would allow her this small reprieve. She was such a brave girl. A tiny grin quirked at the corners of his mouth when he acknowledged that he couldn’t deny her anything... except that she must face this one fear. Once she was at peace with that part of herself she could truly be free. Reconnoiter - Borlla - Apr 19, 2012 [dohtml] Borlla paused in the meadow, nose twitching, ears shifting as her nerves acted up. Who knew who they could run into. She wanted to face them, but she didn't want them to find out before she was ready. But things seemed relatively quiet. They fell back, folded to her head. A half-hearted grunt lifted out of her throat as she shot a look over her shoulder at him, then weaved around him again, settling by his side. <b style="color:#32527a">"They'll do no such thing," She chided, making a face. <b style="color:#32527a">"Because they'll have to go through me first, and I certainly won't starve." Gently, she butted her head into his shoulder, then looked up through thin lashes at him. <b style="color:#32527a">"Smell anything?" She asked, still glued to his limb. After a moment, she lifted her head, her own nose taking in any interesting scents. <b style="color:#32527a">"A rabbit or two should certainly hold us over." Borlla said, absently, honey eyes shifting around. <b style="color:#32527a">"Then some place to sleep..." It was clear now that she was mostly just mumbling to herself, and was now wandering absently about the small space they occupied. <b style="color:#32527a">"speech." Reconnoiter - Bardou - Apr 19, 2012 A deep chuckle worked its way from his chest at her chiding. He didn’t move away as her head pushed against his shoulder but he did look down at her with a teasing raised brow. Surely she wasn’t going this soft on him? He could feel her ribs rubbing against his own and his gut twisted, ashamed that he couldn’t provide for her better. ”Maybe not today, but tomorrow, who knows?” he muttered to himself grimly. Reconnoiter - Borlla - Apr 19, 2012 [dohtml] Borlla scowled at his words, and paused in her tread. She began to walk slowly again, before giving up entirely. She was tired of thinking about it. In fact, she regretted asking if he wanted to stop. They should have just gotten this over with. But she wouldn't back out of her offer now. Her tail flicked as he headed off, presumably towards the rabbits. Borlla followed now, her trod heavy and her head low. This would be a welcome distraction. Watching him stop ahead, she kept her steps light. She wouldn't let them lose a meal because of her frustration. With nostrils flared, she took his sign with a nod, and moved around towards the entrance of the warren. Her eyes searched for a moment before she spotted it, and then nodded at him as she took her position. Crouched over the hole, she watched as he began to dig, and braced herself for a rabbit to leap into her jaws. But there was silence. Lifting her head, she shot him a quick glance, then looked about silently checking to see if there was any oddly moving grass or rabbit blurs disappearing. But it was silent. <b style="color:#32527a">"Nothing," She said, shoulders rolling. Hopefully there'd be something in there though. <b style="color:#32527a">"speech." Reconnoiter - Bardou - Apr 19, 2012 The further he dug the more evident it became that there was nothing down there. A heavy huff exited his chest as they moved on to the next warren and the next with equal results. His chest and stomach were dusted from the holes he had dug but all were equally abandoned. Perhaps they needed to try for something bigger? Or maybe it was best to just call it a night? Reconnoiter - Borlla - Apr 19, 2012 [dohtml] Scowling, she watched him dig through the various tunnels and rooms. They had to find something. Although, perhaps catching something bigger would be their only chance. If the rabbits hadn't tried to escape yet, she didn't have much faith that they were actually in there. <b style="color:#32527a">"Wait!" She said suddenly, shaking her head. <b style="color:#32527a">"Leave the last bit. If there were any rabbits in here, they would have been out a while ago." Letting out a long breath, she looked back across the meadow. <b style="color:#32527a">"I think we'll have to find something bigger." Borlla admitted with a groan. <b style="color:#32527a">"Unless there's somewhere to fish around here." The idea came upon her suddenly, though it seemed unlikely. She was out of practice, as if she'd had any to begin with, and it was still probably more likely that they'd take down a doe then catch enough fish to feed them. After a moment, she shook her head. <b style="color:#32527a">"We should just find a skimpy deer to pick off." <b style="color:#32527a">"speech." Reconnoiter - Bardou - Apr 19, 2012 He watched her scowl and fought back one of his own. She was right. There was no point destroying the rest of the warren, it was simply a waste of energy. Enough of which had been expended on the journey here. Fishing could go either way. He had been adept at the task once, but now he was rusty from lack of practice. He nodded his ascent to the younger wolf. Would he ever deny her anything? Reconnoiter - Borlla - Apr 19, 2012 [dohtml] Her tongue swept over her teeth, mouth beginning to get dry. Perhaps fishing would be the best idea. Thirst was beginning to kick in. At least if they didn't catch any fish they wouldn't die of dehydration. <b style="color:#32527a">"Let's fish," She said, moving forward, into the drooping trees. <b style="color:#32527a">"Keep an ear out for water. It's rather cool, so hopefully the fish won't be too hard to catch." Her ears twitched, listening for a running sound. A yawn parted her jaws, but she tried to cover it. The sun would disappear in time. They had to hurry. <b style="color:#32527a">"speech." idk if you wanna play the hunt out, or just skip ahead to night? so i left it open ended, but ugh short i'm sorry ;-; |