Bramble Falls a reel expert can tackle anything

All welcome! Set sometime in the late afternoon.

Branching out. Trying new tactics. Striking new ground. All things that bold, forward-thinking wolves did, so they were things that Duck had to do. His obsession with 'what would Jesus a confident wolf do' had only grown since talking to Miccah, and it had already been rather unhealthy to start with. His regular fishing trips had been kicked up a notch, the wolf refusing to go back without something to show for it, but as a result he could see that he was starting to deplete the local population of fish in his favourite creek. The horror! Perhaps it wasn't just his actions, but his fishing methods could be a little... unusual... and once or twice he had forgotten to put everything back as he found it. There were probably a few fish-eating predators out there who could thank him for an easy meal.

So, in an attempt to continue expanding his horizons, Duck had crept east, towards that forsaken mountain, but not because he had any intention of climbing it. No, he could just remember passing by a waterfall and large pool on their way towards the thicket, and his experience in fishing in stiller waters was nowhere near as honed as his moving-water skills. Time to hone.

But there was something in that water which gave him the jeebies.

The sound of the waterfall crashing in his ears, which was really off-putting because it made it a little harder to hear everything else that was going on (he liked the utter silence which tended to accompany the thicket, it gave him comfort), Duckweed sat on a fallen log which overlooked the water, and peered in suspiciously. He'd caught a glimpse of something huge and thin and freaky, and it was in there somewhere, he knew it, and he wasn't going any closer until he had a better idea of which one of them - him or the lurker - was supposed to be the predator, because his carefully calculated course of action would be very different depending on that answer.

(This post was last modified: Jun 20, 2016, 01:31 PM by Duckweed.)

Stretching her legs would do her some good, Kyna thought – to see something new, a fresh perspective, a new idea.  Thought she pointed towards the ridge of the mountain, the home she’d once treasured, she moved further north than she usually might.  Instead of heading to the heights, she would cross somewhere between the lake and the true peak, the Mountain of Dire.  What was she looking for?  She supposed she would know when she found it, and until then, she would keep moving.

Sometimes, she wondered, if she would be suitable as a scout.  She did very much enjoy the constant motion that came with travel, but--  It would mean often keeping an eye over borders.  Running errands.  Delivering messages.  She had more brain than that, she fancied, and would have to find another way to work in the exercise she was so coming to crave.

So lost in her own thoughts, she barely noticed the scent of another wolf until she was practically upon the pale boy.  Kyna drew to a halt a few lengths away from the other wolf, chuffing softly as lifted her head.  “Hello,” she called out, tipping her head to one side.  “Is this your watering hole?”

A wild dissertation appears!

@Kyna <333

While normally hard to creep up on, so distrustful and wary of his surroundings was the boy, this was an extenuating circumstance. The log was hardly a lofty perch, but it afforded some measure of comfort as it let him be an extra two feet away from the surface of the water (without having to run away and hide from it completely). As unsettled as he got every time he spotted that long, slender shape, he was determined not to flee from it. Not until he knew what it was. Sure, it was probably every bit as horrifying as his imagination suggested, but what if he could catch it? Bring it home? That would be something to justify @Miccah's faith and make him proud!

But he was pretty sure that the lurker was at least as long as he was, so really that was just a dream.

And it was with him obsessing like so over the mysterious fish did he manage to get crept up on - if accidentally. The greeting made him squeak in surprise and almost fall backwards, but his legs held steady. Attention snapping down onto the young, brightly-coloured girl, his ears flicked back in automatic discomfort, but his head was still so full of the possibilities of what was in that pool that her question could really only be answered one way.

"N-no, I... I d-d-d-d-don't th-th-th, th-think so," he muttered, looking deliberately back to the glassy, rippling pool, just in time to see that unmistakably terrible sliver slip past, as if it knew and was teasing him. It was retribution embodied for all those fish he had murdered. That, or it was just his most worthy adversary yet. It was so distracting that the arrival of a pretty total stranger somehow didn't seem nearly as bad as it usually would.

You don’t think so?

Must not be, then.  Most wolves were not so quick to give up what was theirs.  That, or the stranger was one of the most submissive things she’d ever met – she hadn’t even arched her tail over her back or lifted the bristle on her slender shoulders.  It was an innocent question.  Truly, Kyna had just wanted to make sure she wasn’t trespassing on something already claimed.  But now that she was here, now that she gave herself a moment, it became evident the other wolf also had pack-scent all over his pale frame – and this little spot did not. 

Offering the boy a small smile, the fallen princess strode forward, dipping her head in silence to quench her thirst.  Only once she was done with her drink did she lift her head and lick the excess water away, molten eyes seeking out the other wolf’s.

“I’m Kyna,” she introduced herself, hopeful offering her name would do something to quell the boy’s shaking.  “I just came this way to find some quiet.  Lots of puppies, back where I live.” Would he understand?  If he was in a pack, there was a good chance they had puppies, as well.  “What are you doing out here?”

A wild dissertation appears!