What's the hurry?
For Bunni
Charlton
Warrior
Expert Fighter (175)
Advanced Intellectual (105)
2 Years
Male
59
Beau-tifullyWritten
Charlie had been keeping himself busy in the wake of the flood. The Armada had wolves who were injured and sick, and all their supplies had been washed away. His mind raced, the need to get resources, and those who might be willing to help bring them there. He had found a waterlogged bag on his way out of the Armada, and he carried it now as he moved south. He feared for his sister. They needed herbs, more than would be in the Armada right now. By now the frost would have killed any of them off. But he wasn’t a healer. He would not only need someone with healing know-how, but he’d need to find somewhere the frost hadn’t killed all those herbs off.
That was what brought him south now. His brow was furrowed, his shrike struggling to keep up with the hurried pace of her companion. Either he needed to find herbs, or approach a pack about some he could take back with them. He didn’t know what the best option was right now. His gut twisted as he moved, keeping his pace despite worn down his own energy. He had to do something. Andy was suffering. The Armada was suffering. His ears lay flat against his skull. There had to be an answer somewhere…
The thing about Delphi was that there was no stopping her. No border, no pack, no nobody was going to keep her trapped anymore. As afraid as she was to get injured again, she was just as much inspired to deal with the same amount of hurt. No more would she be some weak, defenseless, useless little runt. No, not anymore. She would prove to be useful. Especially when it came to poisons. Lethal ingredients that she could use to slip to her worst enemies.
That is what brought her out to the knolls that day. She was in search of a berry that went by buckthorn. It was an alder of sorts, but she also knew that the berries could induce extreme stomach pain and diarrhea and the bark could cause someone to vomit. The berries would be a perfect prank for that asshole that continued to torment her back on the mountain. Or if she ever came across that cruel mongrel that had taken her tail... Unfortunately, she couldn't stop thinking about that day, that moment, those minutes that ticked by as she ran away bleeding back home. Tears streaming down her face...
In the middle of trying to calm herself down so that she could search for her quandary, she did not notice the much larger boy ahead of her. It isn't until her companion, Binti the binturong, lets out an alarming call does she look up with a glowering expression. Ears flattened, hackles raised, teeth bared until she noticed the striking marking across the boy's eye. A Fatalis?
"You know grampa Seer?" Delphi calls out as she stays frozen in place. If this wolf was indeed not a Fatalis, she would not let her guard down.
Charlton
Warrior
Expert Fighter (175)
Advanced Intellectual (105)
2 Years
Male
59
Beau-tifullyWritten
He was so focused on trying to find someone to speak to about herbs to help his sister that he hadn’t even noticed the small girl. It is the alarmed call of her companion that has Charlie spin, guarded at first by the call, but seeing the child his fur lays flat immediately. Silveris circles back to him, the shrike curious, but she lands on Charlie’s back as he slowly approaches the girl. She was guarded, and, to show that he was no threat, Charlie lowered himself to the snow, keeping his expression gentle and welcoming. Even still, he leaves distance between them. She is guarded for a reason and the young man does not wish to add to that.
"Sirius Fatalis is my father. My name is Charlie." He speaks simply, trying to calm his nerves. He knows he must see if there is anything he can bring back for Andy, but he also couldn't ignore a kid. "You're pretty brave being out here on your own. Is your family nearby?" She had the scent of a pack on her. It was worrying that a youngster would be on her own, but if she was related to his family in some way, courage no doubt ran through her. Silveris shifted her perch, moving from Charlie's back to his head to peer at the child and her companion.
It is when the boy introduces himself as grampa Seer’s son and that his name is Charlie does Delphi relax. Her fur lays flat, lips folding back over her growing canines, and muscles relax. A son of grampa Seer meant he shouldn’t be mean. Otherwise she would report back to grampa herself and get him in trouble!
Before she can respond with her own name, he continues to talk. Asking about her family and how brave she was for being out here alone. Alright, that earned a roll of the eyes and an annoyed sigh. Just because she was tiny didn’t mean she couldn’t handle herself! “Well Charlie,” Delphi begins, dragging out the syllables of his name, “I’m out looking for Buckthorn. Wanna help or not?” She asks as her eyes land back on him with one brow raised and waiting for his answer.
Charlton
Warrior
Expert Fighter (175)
Advanced Intellectual (105)
2 Years
Male
59
Beau-tifullyWritten