Shaking her head as she got another nose to the ear, she snarled, and swung another paw in Aiyana's direction. However, she did it with such force that it put her slightly off balance and she leaned dangerously towards the edge of the rock. Thankfully she caught herself by curling her toes and her little nails kept her from sliding. Aiyana started the howling this time, and Rissa gleefully joined in. It was a thing that could also use practice, but she didn't think too much about it. Thankfully for the pitch of their tones, though, it wouldn't be hard to hear them.
They howled, and then the howl died out into silence. Expectantly Aiyana's tail tried to wag itself off, and she stood on her perch, staring at the forest with eager eyes. <i>Come on, come out!</i> They had to come and see just awesome she and her sister were, and swoon at how they'd gotten up there all by themselves! She frowned just the slightest, trying to make out shapes, but none of them turned out to be a wolf...</blockquote>
Well, it was their loss. She didn't let it get her down. She could still tell everyone, and, besides, she had a race to win. While Aiyana was still looking for shapes in the forest, Rissa had slid as quietly as she could to the rock below. Before she tried to hop to the next, she aimed her muzzle towards the top, and emitted a single word: "Race!" And at that, she tried to make her way down the pile as speedily as she could, because if she made it first, then she'd win! Not without mild injury, of course, since going down was a little harder than going up. But she would count the little odd spots of pain (bruises) as trophies, and easily hidden ones at that.
<blockquote>Little black Aiyana Tainn was busy lying on her back in the slowly browning grass, watching the world go by as usual. The sky was a beautiful blue, a hue reminiscent of summer yet somehow slightly colder, crisper, heralding <i>change</i>, but one she did not know. The clouds looked the same, distant whorls of nearly transparent white curling around the sun, streaks of cirrus to make the heavens unique, but not blocking out her precious Light. In golden rays it filtered down upon the world, dust motes dancing in the still air, yet it was not as warm as it had been - where it once had brought nearly unbearable heat to the black girl, it now merely warmed. The birds sang differently, the forest moved to a different rhythm, slowly kicking into the higher tempo of preparing for autumn. She blinked, waving one paw through the air before allowing it to settle back against the white patch of her chest. The world was changing, but into what she did not know. No one seemed distressed, so she hoped that it was good... But she wanted to know. What if she was the only one noticing it? What if it was something <i>wrong</i> with the way the nights grew longer and colder? Not fully convinced it was wrong, and yet not fully convinced it was harmless either, Aiyana was stuck in a position where she could do nothing but brood and wait. The little child sighed to herself, and kept watching the world slide by.
At least the snake hadn't been dangerous. She could comfort herself with that.</blockquote>
December 28th; Mid-Morning; Cloudy; -6º FWaking up on a gray morning was not particularly one of Fenru's favorite things but the yearling was more than grateful to surface from the nightmare he had been suffering through behind his eyelids. Water rose up and rushed against him, carrying him through the Grove and delivering him into Indru's grasp. After enduring a vicious fight, he was then swallowed up by the gathering darkness, drowning in the deafening cries of his lost siblings until suddenly... his body gave a jolt as he was reoriented, draped over the uneven snow on his side to the right of the den's front entrance. Where once was darkness, the morning blinded him, even though the sun barely succeeded in coming through the cloud cover. The gasp taken into his ribcage was released immediately in a puff of vapor. At first he struggled to right himself, to regain his bearings, but once fully aware of his surroundings, he curled up in a tight circle and sighed, stretching his neck out and pressing the side of his face against a clump of packed snow.
He swallowed quietly as he sorted his thoughts out, closing his eyes as he began to recount the absolutes he dearly depended on. His name was Fenru Tainn. Indru is gone. It is in the middle of winter. His mother and his pack, his family, rely on him. Four men help keep him and his sisters - Aiyana and Kisla - safe. Name them, Fenru. Go. Marsh. Ice. Triell. Hotei. Now breathe.
The yearling slowly released a sigh. He was safe...
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