White Fir Notch across the sunsets

For @Sylva only.
Dated for July 8th. Clear weather, afternoon.

"Syllllba!" echoed through the forest as the tiny girl marched forth. The pup carried herself just as any would who believed that nothing in the world would ever turn a sour eye upon her, small skull held high and tail bouncing back and forth above her back. Her bright, greening eyes searched past the many trees, looking for that miniature dark shadow she knew had to be around here somewhere. "Where's you Syllllbaaaa?"

It couldn't be remembered by the child what exactly had gotten it into her head that she wanted the company of the apprentice more than anyone else for the time being, but the smallest adult member was often silly and certainly a mystery compared to her parents. She wanted to know more about her, and laugh all the while. So then why wasn't she just appearing as Lucia made her wish clear? It wasn't some velleity; the runt had every intention of hunting Sylva down if she wouldn't come out on her own.

“No, no, no, ,no!” The ebony apprentice groaned as she stepped along the banks of the small stream, her hazel gaze flickering quickly along the water’s edge. AH HA! There you are! she squawked as she caught sight of what she had been hunting. Nestled within the crack of a rock grew long and narrow stems, white clusters of petals branching off as Sylva identified it as Cowbane. One of the more deadly plants that plagued White Fir Notch’s territory, and one that the healer’s apprentice wouldn’t allow to harm her pack mates, just sitting there in silent ambush, waiting to catch one of them off guard.

Cocoa colored eyes narrowed briefly as Sylva glanced around for something she could use to dispose of the intruder. Sifting through the nearby underbrush was soon rewarded as she returned to the herb with a long stick clamped firmly in her jaws. Angling her head slightly so that she could whack at the long stems to displace them, she paused as the Cowbane spoke.

“Sylllbbbaaaa”

The stick dropped from the dark furred girl’s maw with a soft thump as she stared opened mouth at the plant, unaware of the young pup trotting through the forest toward her. She glanced between the plant and the stick as her ears flicked behind her in confusion.

“Where’s you Sylbbaaa.”

She blinked quietly, staring at the herb as she recognized the voice as Lucia and a gentle sigh of relief escaped her, the plant hadn’t spoken to her, but she couldn’t let the little curious one stumble across the poisonous death trap just waiting to ensnare her. With one last glare at the Cowbane and a quiet whisper of “I’ll be back for you.” she trotted off in the direction of the pup, pushing her way through the undergrowth to divert the pup’s attention from the waiting ambush by gently calling out “Lucia!”

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(This post was last modified: Jul 15, 2016, 04:08 PM by Sylva.)

The child was quickly becoming frustrated with her pack mate as she continued to insist on not coming when called. Her stubby steps became stomps and her lips were drawn down at the corners in a pout. All the warning signs of a tantrum swept through the girl's demeanor, and then just like that vanished as @Sylva's voice finally floated into her ears. There she was!

Her boxy muzzle sent out a yip as her body began to wriggle with joyful anticipation. She chased the yearlings voice, sticking to the direction even after it faded from the air in belief that it was all it would take to find her. With Sylva also working on clearing the distance between them, Lucia was lucky enough to be right. When the older but equally dark-coated girl came into view, the Lieris daughter reared up on her hind legs and swung her forelimbs through the air.

"Sylba! I foun'joo!" she hollered as she skylarked. It didn't occur to her that she didn't have any particularly good reason to seek out Sylva and take her away from whatever work she'd been doing, or even that she would now be expected to initiate something. She'd wanted the yearling, and now she had her. The pup's work was done.

(This post was last modified: Jul 30, 2016, 12:18 AM by Lucia.)

Sylva couldn’t help but grin at the pup’s eager greeting, she wasn’t sure why the younger girl decided to crawl through the forest, hollering out her name with the full capacity of her tiny lungs, but it felt flattering at the same time that Lucia sought her out, instead of one of their other pack mates. Her brown fringed tail wagged happily as she stepped closely to the cub and poked her between the ears with her muzzle before speaking.

“Hey Lucia? Finding everything alright?” She wasn’t too worried about Lucia sneaking off, with how diligent @Raela and @Gent were in watching their family, it wouldn’t surprise the yearling if Gent was lurking in the nearby bushes, watching their interaction. At that moment Sylva reminded the sheer amount of deadly plants that surrounded the Notch’s territory, she couldn’t let @Lucia get caught in their deadly snares, it’d be best to divert the girl’s short attention span with a game or two.

The thought of playing sent a shiver through the yearling’s body and caused her fur to tingle as she grinned “Wanna learn how to hunt?” Why would the girl say no for? Sylva was positive that the overwhelming curiosity most of the pups had would prove useful in distracting her for the time being, until Sylva could return undisturbed and finish her work in removing the poisonous plants from the pack’s lands.

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There is a moose carcass that has been scavenged by coyotes nearby. +15 Health

Everything? Lucia blinked vacantly back at the yearling, her expressions highly mutable as they expressed her thoughts exactly without any shielding. What the heck did Sylva mean find everything? What else had she been supposed to be looking for?? A confused whine forced its way up her throat before she yipped and danced backward.

"I foun' you," she repeated with emphasis, making it clear that she understood the woman to be all she had needed to find. Thankfully, Sylva had something up her sleeve to distract her completely from this confusion.

The older wolf offered the opportunity to hunt, and just like that all was forgotten as the youth became overwhelmed with excitement once more. Her pudgy body writhed, the two-month old hardly able to stand in one place. She knew what hunting was (well kind of), knew that it was something adults did and that it was how they came back with their food. Lucia was pretty certain that it involved finding said lesser animal and picked it up and carrying it back. Pretty easy, right? She could totally learn how to do that.

"Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! I wanna hunt! I'mma, I'mma be an awesome, super duper hunter!"