Fool's Gold Chasm yearning hearts

Quick starter for any cubs who wanted to specifically be "included" on a quick jaunt for a drink with dad... Just a head's up that Anatole will make an appearance~

July 14th; Afternoon; Partly cloudy; 72° F, 22° C.

The floods in the west were nothing to the wolves of Fools Gold Chasm. In fact, with Sawyer lost to the wilds, Adelard had no means to know of the over-abundance of water. As it was, the Leader was figuratively stuck up in his tower, still sealed (safely) away from the rest of the world. The pack's only source of water still remained at Bramble Falls. It trickled but it was more than enough. Especially after the three days of torrential rainfall from a few days ago.

He had just finished coralling his brood on his way back from bringing some of the cubs out for a water-walk. It was with a heavy thump that his dusty, saddle-backed figure came to a sit at Woya's birthing den. Rhaegara's brood was more than old enough to rendevous to a larger space, but the Macieo-Gerau's were only nearly there. Adelard was nervous about moving them too early. The Chasm was dry with lots of room to play at present. Though, when the water returned to the underwater spring, it could only mean more headaches and exasperation.

Narrowed eyes fell on the lifted tail of one of his sons. With a bump of his nose to the little rump, he wedged the cub back into the den.

"Naptime now," he stated, tone firm. The twins were one thing but, with some of his offspring, he half-expected to jump out and nip. One more unrelenting order ought to set them all right. "Lay down. That means you, Anatole. Adora..."

(This post was last modified: Jul 15, 2022, 04:00 AM by Adelard.)

Anatole was rushed into the old birthing den with a gentle nudge to his flank. At 20-ish lbs. he was now too heavy to tote around by the scruff, but a good size to push and prod about. This was something the boy did not appreciate in the slightest.

Without much time to spin about and nip his father in the nose, he stumbled into the burrow. His shadow cast the place in total darkness as he resisted.

"Naptime now," Dad's voice washed over him. Anatole let out a small grumble at the sound of his name. Never mind Adora or their other siblings; she could fend for herself. Their other siblings were usually well-behaved and never called out.

The dark-masked boy slowly spun about to spy his father's side at the entrance. He might not have uttered his first solid word yet (this thing where Mother said one thing one way and his father said the same thing a different way was confusing as heck), but he knew how to make himself heard. Tension curled at his shoulders and, without thought, his still-sharp teeth found purchase in Adelard's flank.

Age 8-weeks old; roughly ~5 human years old.

(This post was last modified: Jul 15, 2022, 05:44 AM by Anatole.)

there used to be a greying tower
ANATOLE GERAU
alone on the sea

Ad rather adored the treks taken with the adults, no matter which of them led the excursion. As they returned home, it was clear she had accomplished the same goal she seemed to pursue each time given the opportunity; thoroughly exhausting herself. Her puppy tongue lolled and her steps were markedly slower than usual, but her grin remained and her ears struggled to remain upright, determined to keep in on the action should it unexpectedly return.

Still, she didn't need much convincing when it came to stumbling back down into the cradle of the earth. She did not scent her mother within, but felt confident Woya would return soon enough to keep them warm and cozy. She passed Ana and expected him at her back, but noticed the boy didn't come. She turned in time to see him surge into the light, and knew the look upon his small features well.

"Hey!" she hollered out, forgetting her lethargy and running after her errant sibling. When she noticed he'd bitten Papa yet again, a deep frown pulled at her dark lips.

"Stoppit!"

She made to grab for the boy's scruff and pull him away from Adelard, intent on intervening entirely in the conflict.

(This post was last modified: Jul 29, 2022, 03:40 AM by Adora.)

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Auggie looked up at his father at the announcement that it was naptime. A small groan filled his throat at the thought. Usually he'd go amd do what was told of him but this time he thought better of it. The truth was he wasn't ready for a bap. The walk they'd had put the tawny pup in a playful mood. He'd stopped at the den entrance where he sat down in protest of this directive. His father's stern tone not affecting how he felt.

He caught sight of his brother moving toward their father. With amusement he watched Anatole nip their father good in the flank. He let out a bark of laughter before running back toward where they'd come from. It wasn't time for sleep it was time for play. He was just about to coax his brother to follow when Adora appeared trying to stop their fun. Well there couldn't be any of that.

Auggie barked at his sister. "Leave Ana be," he shouted at her before moving to stop her advances. "We want fun," he told her, "Not nap."

A weary exhale fled from his lips and he allowed himself to relax. However, as his rump touched the ground and his tail fell, he felt a pinch at his thigh. A dozen or so needle-like teeth pierced through his pelt and to his skin in a snap. The Leader flinched away and got back onto his feet, his head and neck craning around.

"Hey!" Adora sounded out first. "Stoppit!"
Augustin was quick behind her, laughing at first but escalating the whole ordeal. Naturally, or so it seemed, he took his brother's side.

Adelard's lip had curled first in frustration but smoothed as he saw the cubs start sorting it all out. He glanced from Augustin to Adora, then set a disappointed scowl at his most disobedient son. His brows rose in a knowing look. The number of times he had told Anatole that biting was unacceptable was already far too many to keep count of. His lips drew down in a hard line, he would have to have a word with Woya about this.

For a moment, he waited, wondering if the cubs would say anymore. Then, when he felt he could speak, he inwardly sighed with a click of his tongue, "C'est suffisant." That's enough. "Go. Aller. Nap. Time."

(This post was last modified: Sep 01, 2022, 01:12 AM by Adelard.)

         

ADELARD

heat stroke, bring the fire black smoke, I take it higher

Tiny teeth nipped at Adelard's leg and the pup couldn't have been more pleased. His tail waved high in the air as he dropped into a bow, muzzle wrinkled and ears flat. Like most of his siblings, Anatole had a mischievous streak, but he was more unruly and impulsive. The added challenge of communication troubles only made things harder... not just for him but for everyone.

When his sister cried out and set her own teeth at his scruff, Anatole fell back on his rump. Instinct kicked in as he curled about and faced her, his lip curled back. In frustration, he snapped at the air around her gray muzzle. Adora always had something to say. It was annoying.

He let out a low puppy growl, eyes wide in a challenge as Augustin told her that they wanted fun. Not naps. At least Auggie understood.

Anatole reclined forward with a glare. He had already forgotten about their father just looming over his shoulder.

"C'est suffisant."

A grumble rose from the boy's throat, but he did not move from his spot. Begrudgingly, he stared at Adora's feet. His folded ears, spiked nape, flattened tail, and squared shoulders said it all: No. Nap.

there used to be a greying tower
ANATOLE GERAU
alone on the sea

Adora was happy to succeed in separating Ana from Papa, and was more than ready to dodge and bat at his attempts for revenge. If any of their other siblings were going to jump in, she had expected @Apolline. Instead, she was caught off guard by treachery. Auggie interfered, loudly. Initially surprised, Adora recovered by turning to face him and baring her small puppy teeth in warning. She'd make him listen too, no problem.

Father interrupted first, instructing the children to cease and desist. Adora smirked with self-satisfaction, giving her brothers a told ya so look as she trotted over to stand beside Papa's leg.

"Dors," she reiterated.
(Sleep.)

(This post was last modified: Sep 01, 2022, 12:40 AM by Adora.)

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Father was almost forgotten as he faced his sister on behalf of his brother. He wanted to make sure she knew he had no plans to go to sleep. He was going to stay outside the den with his brother to have more fun. When Adora barred her little teeth at him Auggie returned the favor and added a growl for good measure. He would let her know his displeasure at her bossy ways.

Then he was reminded of his father's presence when he demanded they stop and go take a nap. Then Adora angered the tawny boy once more with her input. "Non," he said plopping his rump on the ground and setting her and their father a defiant look.

True to form Anatole continued to rebel. Adora and Augustin, on the other hand, squared off. She made the first move, playing the goody-goody and reiterating what he had said.

"Dors."

"Non," Augustin, though, was not one to roll over. Adelard knew that now. At this point, he might as well chalk up his whole brood as downright stubborn and presumptuous. Truly their mother and father's spawn.

He looked to his sons, then to his daughter. There was only one thing he could do... and if this didn't work, he was going to have to call back up. Woya.

Without cue or warning, he began to count. "Un..." One... A lengthy pause. If they let him get to three, he was certain they knew they were going to be in for it... "Deux..." Two...

         

ADELARD

heat stroke, bring the fire black smoke, I take it higher

Anatole was simply a stick in the mud and he liked it that way. He just wanted to do what he wanted to do and nothing else. But as his siblings quarreled, he felt his teeth clench and the downy fur at his nape stand up.

The urge to bite was building and he had started to set his target on his brother's tail when their father began to count...

"Un..."

A part of Anatole wanted to believe Dad wouldn't even make it to trois... The pup stared at the ground, realizing that he had never even heard Adelard count that high.

"Deux..."

The boy grew stock still in his limbs and he dared to angle his head and give his siblings the side-eye. Apprehension had center stage now, kicking out every bit of will to retaliate further. He loved pushing boundaries and getting on Dad's nerves, but this was different with his siblings involved. Today he did not want to find out if Dad got mad at everyone instead of only him...

there used to be a greying tower
ANATOLE GERAU
alone on the sea