One young wolf

Sylva hummed quietly to herself as she trended along a small narrow trail. Her small chocolate black tail swishing happily behind her as she moved. The Yearling had a lot to be happy for. The pack had successfully moved, there may have been an injury, but no lives had been lost and for that Sylva had been extremely grateful. Ears pricked slightly as the gentle whispers of the river called out and Sylva veered off the trail, her tongue licking against her rubbery lips in anticipation to sate the thirst that had built up.

Soft brown eyes suddenly became filled with worry as a sour smell hung in the air as she came closer toward the water source. Sylva paused as she came to the culprit, a vomit covered patch of brush. “Oh..who did this to you..” She quietly whispered as her nose wrinkled at the smell, underlying the reek of acidic digestive juices laid the smell of Sylva’s Alpha and she suddenly felt a small twinge of embarrassment that she hadn’t picked up on it before. She turned her muzzle toward the source of the scent and sniffed carefully as she began to follow it toward the river’s edge.

There she is! Sylva perked up as she took note of the now familiar contrasting pelt of Raela and she yipped in greeting as she picked up her pace, to skid to a halt mere feet away from the laying female. "Whoa, you look like crap."

That was the first thing the healer in training noticed and thought, She couldn’t help it. The young wolf sometimes spoke what words came to her mind without realizing it, unaware that this was one of those situations where just  a small measure of tact would have gone a long away. Though, at least she was honest. She noticed Raela’s more, well she wasn’t sure else to put it but sick demeanor and soon worry started to feel the small wolf as she quickly dipped her head to her superior.

"Are you ok, Raela?"

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Sylva nodded her head slowly as Raela insisted that she was fine, even though to the small wolf, the matriarch looked like something a bear dragged through the bushes, but with their recently injured packmate, she had a feeling that it wouldn’t be wise to give voice to this observation. Instead her hazel eyes went wide at the news. “Pregnant?” She paused for a moment, somewhat unsure what the term meant exactly, but sniffing the air, under the rancid scent of the vomit, there had been a distinctive lack of a particular smell.

“You don’t smell weird anymore! Does that mean you and Gent are having puppies? Im guessing that’s what pregnant means?” As she thought about the happy news, Sylva bounced a little where she stood before settling down on her haunches. Her demeanor became more calm as the news brought up some old curiosities “Hey Raela….I have a question about it…”

She paused for a moment, about to pour into another long winded tale about exactly how she came across the thoughts, but Raela’s words echoed in her head and she stopped herself. How would we ask it? Should we be blunt? Tactful..is there even a tactful way to ask? She opened her maw to speak, but paused in hesitation.

Unable to decide which method to use, the yearling fell back on her most trusted form, blunt honesty. “So...where does life come from?” The question had been floating through Sylva’s mind for awhile, ever since she noted the changes between the seasons, old trees dying, new trees growing, animals aging and being fed on. Where did it all began though?

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The chocolate black wolf perked he rears forward in interest. For a pup with the attention span of a squirrel, she could be very intent when the subject was worth it. Her hazel brown eyes blinked slowly as Raela speculated that life came from other life. Her tail flicked a little as rivers were mentioned and Sylva angled her head toward the nearby river as she pulled herself to her paws and stepped toward it. Sylva had always felt something special for rivers, unknown if it was just a childish thought or an actual special connection, she wasn’t sure, but she did know that they seemed to be pivotal in the course of her life.

”I always knew it…” She murmured quietly, forgetting about Raela’s presence for a moment as she stared at her reflection in the running water “Always knew you were more than just a river, you lead me here.”[/B] She pressed her nose against the river’s surface as another thought came across her mind and she settled down with her back toward the river as she focused back on Raela “But...Rivers have a source, if life is like a river...then doesn't that mean that life had to start from somewhere? Like how a river has a source, wouldn’t life in the beginning?” Sylva could accept the concept of a river being the source of life, but she needed to know how it came to be, where did the water come from? Where did it go? Did it feel wet when you shoved your muzzle into it?

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Sylva’s head tilted a little to the side as Raela spoke “But it isn’t just always there is it?” The dark furred youth’s curiosity was well and truly aroused now that Raela mentioned that some wolves claimed to know about the beginning. What if they do though? it was something that fascinated Sylva, what if some wolf out there did hold the answers she was seeking. Raela’s unspoken warning to disregard any such tales nor claims fell on deaf ears as the yearling set aside plans to try and find some of these wolves, she could at least listen to what they’d have to say right?

“Where did you come from?” Sylva suddenly blurted out as she stepped toward Raela and settled down directly next to her Alpha and turned her muzzle toward the Aguti in curiosity. The thoughts about the origins of life abandoned for now as she realized that they may have talked about Sylva’s past in time, but she hadn’t even heard where Raela hailed from before she had come to what was once Round Stone Crest. “Oh! I mean, if you don’t mind us asking..I don’t wanna cause any discomfort or anything.”

Sylva’s tail thumped once in embarrassment as she realized that she may have just broken some complex unspoken social code and it scared her. It scared her to the point that some time she would hold her tongue in fear of saying something wrong, but at other times, words would still slip through. “That’s another question, is it alright to ask stuff like that?”