Iridescent Lagoon So nah nah, honey I'm good

March 26; Morning, after sunrise; Broken Clouds; 14 F, -10° C.

Skoll should've been asleep but Niles had spent the morning trailing his path through the Scowle. This was deemed as unmistakably peculiar behavior until the Lyall figured it out. It went like this: someone in the pack smelled funny, Heat Season was still on the rise (this, Niles figured was due to the still-tempting scent that lingered in Mari's wake whenever they crossed paths), and his older brother was acting funny... Skoll did it. A beast of jealousy reared its ugly head in Niles' mind and the annoying itch - the one that had once flared up when he thought of Castel and their prospective future as parents - inched up along his spine. It made his muscles tense and it brought sensations that burned and tingled and rendered him all but restless.

As he deviated from Skoll's path, he wrinkled his nose. There was only one thing to do: scout around for something else to follow (and, recently, this often pointed to Mari and the persistent curiosity to find out what she was up to). He set his nose to the ground where the blades of marsh grasses had started their battles against the Spring chill. A few sniffs there, a few sniffs here, and nothing. His lips pursed and he ultimately decided to just walk.

He let his legs just carry him to the Lagoon, in a stroll by the thawing wetlands. If he found the silver-eyed woman, he found her. If he didn't, well, he was probably just going to try a little harder. Frankly, he liked being sour about the season with her...

(This post was last modified: Mar 27, 2018, 06:58 PM by Niles.)

we can say goodbye, just head home, but if we're going to be alone
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“Who th’ fuck ‘re you?”

He might have been looking for a wolf to be sour with – wasn’t the one he had in mind, but not a far throw, either. (Which was likely the reason the two females couldn’t stand one another, though perhaps their shared dislike would change things for them soon.)

Crow had thought she’d ‘beaten the crowd’ at this hour, taking care of whatever she needed before most of the wolves woke – some of the other females still smelt rank, others didn’t, and that only meant one thing. It wasn’t that which made her skin crawl, though, it was those smug males. Like they’d done something to be proud of.

Instinctively, the dusty female pressed her tail close to her hocks, ears falling back as she turned to get a proper look at this boy. “You follow me out here?”

His eyes had been focused on a set of tracks not far from the water's edge when a sharp call jabbed at his ears. His posture came up in alert, his ears drawn forward and his head and tail held high from their previously lowered positions. If he recalled correctly, Celandine might have beat him, but he still held some position of importance. Somehow. Or so he believed.

The woman, whom he realized had also belonged to his sister's ragtag band of followers, was the one he had been accidentally trailing. As if she would have given him a clue as to where his sourpuss of a companion was hiding. He glowered at her in response, undeniably unappreciative of her tone. It wasn't like he was some rogue, but then again, he had to take into account the time of year. He backpedaled; Morganna and Mari didn't even talk to him this way.

“You follow me out here?”

He tilted his head, at a loss for words. Okay, so what if he had... even if by accident. He thought to play dumb and simply, wordlessly, shook his head.

we can say goodbye, just head home, but if we're going to be alone
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Ooookaaaay…

The wolf backpedaled and Namir paused, ears falling against her head as her eyes narrowed. There were a number of things she might have expected in response: her discomfort to be utterly ignored, to be told off, for him to keep approaching her. For the wolf to have actually been following her, pointedly. For all she knew, Sterling blabbed about their little conversation, but… She was at a loss for words, at least momentarily.

Eventually, her fur settled back onto her neck and shoulders and she exhaled heavily through her nose. Deductive reasoning said he was an Archer – because over half the pack was, or was mated to one – but beyond that…

“Then what’re y’doin’ out? S’awful early. Oughta be sleepin’ with yer kin, ‘er somethin’.”

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