Magnolia Glen One Fish, Two Fish

@Aponi | Takes place sometime after K'ar helps Mercy dig out the den.

The days within the haven of the Glen found the female in better spirits since her encounter with young Mercy. His innocence and exuberance, his ambitions for the future, reminded her pleasantly of the youths she used to tend to in the mountains; the first real glimpse of her past home, made real. And though she as glad to have met a young one she could mentor, she applied caution with her proximity, doing her best not to crowd him or the den made for his friend. A fact she had learned early on with her own charges, was that children wanted their space until they sought the attentions of others. They were of the same pack, and there would be time for future lessons if either felt the necessity.

With this in mind, the woman continued her routines to make sure the caches to the communal den were well stocked and relatively fresh. As she had yet to participate in a pack hunt with the wolves, there was a limit to that she could supply for the new mother; a few voles or hares at best, but anything larger had yet to be seen or taken down.

However, in terms of fresher foods, there was always the Creek to provide a banquet of sorts. But as she had seen few bones and scales around the den’s maw she could only assume that few within the pack were able, let alone knew, how to hunt for the slippery treats of the water. It was a different taste, surely, but more plentiful to feed from than the elusive vermin of the neighboring woodlands. Always cool to the tongue and rich with nourishing meat; it was a wonder more hadn’t provided this offering to the new mother and her young. Although if there was a reason, she hadn’t been made aware of it. Regardless, such thoughts did not discourage her from the creek, as the day found her again at its shores. Though her bi-colored eyes reflected upon its surface, she looked not upon her own reflection but to the many silvery bodies flowing harmoniously along with the flow of the current. A single paw raised at the ready as she stood and waited...

(This post was last modified: May 10, 2014, 02:42 PM by K'arnae.)

~* Looking for Magnolia Glen plots/threads *~

The silver girl's heart still lay in the art of travelling, of exploring, of finding useful information and relaying it, but lately she had been spending long hours at the stream. This talent usually resulted in a fish or two, one for her and Mercy and one to put in the pack cache, thus making Aponi feel useful. She was goal oriented this was sure, and she had a goal, a vision, a dream, but she no longer had any idea how to get there. The mates had decided to join a pack where they could keep close eyes on the mountain, a visual representation of everything they wanted, but it would be a long time before anything like that was achieved.

As the silvery creatures swam beneath the surface, mere blurs as the water rushed above them Aponi found her mind wandering. She needed a plan. The first step of the big picture had been completed, they had found a pack to take them in so they could figure out their next step, but what would that step be? To found a pack one needed two leaders, they had that but also followers, which they sorely lacked. The silver girl decided that she needed to more closely observe how a lead functions within the pack, sure she had seen her mother do it but it had always been from afar. While Naira had worked her children had never been around so Aponi had seen very little. Vowing to herself she would bring herself closer to Borilla she moved farther down the stream, edging so slightly around the edge to where the water slowed so she could see more clearly.

@Aponi

Clear conditions provided a more translucent view from which to fish from, yet the challenge came with keeping still enough so as not to disturb the slippery creatures too much. Already, they had been made wary of her presence, for it would seem that her reflect cause a stir as the little things aimed to avoid the wavering figure. But she was not discouraged and held her ground determinedly. Holding and waiting til a sizable catch slithered by.

Then she struck. Smacking her paw beneath the surface, she reeled her paw back to drag with it with silvery fish. Well practiced and aimed, she tossed the catch to the shore at her side, the. Quickly spun around to sink her teeth into is dish flesh before it flopped back into the water. Even in apparent defeat, the fish tended to be defiant. But this was not a moment in which is diligence would prevail. Smiling confidently to herself, the wolf latched onto her prey as she lifted her head towards the way she had come. Muzzle dripping the water and minute slivers of aquatics blood, she pranced but a little ways from the shore before regaining a careful pace back towards her den.

However a smaller shape just ahead bid her to take notice and pause. The other youth do the pair, she Imagined, hanging not yet properly greeted the fancy of her young ward. Letting her ears perk with interest, she called out in a muffled bark in greeting then proceeded forward to meet the young female properly.