Feeling So Free
At last, Finch was fully healed. There were still a few mental scars, as well as a small mark on her shoulder, but that was it. She felt like a brand new wolf, she was full of so much energy from being pent up for so long. Peeking out of her den, she squinted at the bright light, blinking to adjust herself before she pranced out. Letting out a happy bark, she stretched herself out. Arching her back like a cat, she slid her front legs forward, tail curling over her back. A yawn split open her jaws as she shook out each limb, the leaf necklace at her throat jingling at the movement. All limbered up, she trotted a few times around her den before she took off at a full sprint around the plains. The hiss of snakes was at her paws, but she didn't have a care in the world. For the first time in awhile she felt free, even her stutter had worn off! She was like a brand new woman. She wanted to be stronger, better. Finch needed to work on not being so shy, but that would all come with time, right? After all, it had taken her getting hurt to finally make her realize that she was hiding behind her emotions. It was time to be like her siblings, to make her mark on the world.
Panting, Finch drew herself to a stop. Seeing a large, flattened bolder she jumped up on to it. Spreading her pale bodice on the warmed stone she let out a sigh, resting her head on her front limbs. Paws dangled over the rock, crossing at the ankle. Her pale blue eyes glanced around the plains, her tail giving a few beats on the rock. It felt so good to be out, she had grown tired of being stuck within her den. But now, finally, she was out.
"SPEAK" "SPEAK ITALIAN" "CIVETTA SPEAKS"
It seemed like forever since he had last talked to the girl he had trained with a few times. Although he knew Finch had been ill for a while now, he had remained somewhere nearby watching the den. Her den. He had seen wolves come and go, checking on her and giving her medicine, but he had kept his distance. She was such a sweet girl, he wasn't sure why he felt so...hurt, that she had been hurt. Sure, he'd spoken to her mainly in the presence of others, but she seemed so shy and timid that he always thought maybe his outgoing nature and high energy would be too much for her.
Today was different though. He held between his paws, the three eagle feathers he had the day they did training together. Just the two of them, and he enjoyed it. He had crafted a small wearable trinket for her, maybe something she could wear in her fur if she wanted to. He thought about moving away from his vigilant perch, and possibly placing it next to her so that when she was awake and better, she would see it. With a pounding heart of indecision, the male finally stood, clutching the feathers gently. However, as soon as he stood, he stared wide eyed as someone burst from the den. Finch!?
He stared in surprise as she ran around, his lips curling into a grin as he watched. "Well how about that!" He murmured to himself. He watched a little longer, which was...totally not creepy..right? Well, enough watching. As she settled upon a flat rock, he went into motion and trotted towards her. He stopped below her, staring up at her with a lopsided grin. "Hey! Nice to see ya again!" | ||
She was just about to drift off when she saw a streak of red and white fur dart up to her. Startled, she scrambled to her paws and let out a sharp bark, blinking her wide blue eyes at Dart. It took her a few moments to calm her racing heart, and when she did she let out a huff. "Goodness, you nearly scared me off the rock!" she squeaked. Her voice almost sounded strange to her own ears without the stutter, and with a bit of a smile she flopped back down on the rock. She really did feel a lot better, and like she was finally coming into herself. She even felt like she no longer looked like a puppy, feeling a bit more like a woman that she was. Maybe she had left all her childhood things behind, or maybe this was just part of her whole being stronger thing. Her tail thumped on the warmed rock, and she looked down and saw that Dart had three eagle feathers with him. She blinked again, scooting closer to the edge of the rock to get a closer look. "Is... are those feathers?" she whispered, looking back up at Dart expectantly.
"SPEAK" "SPEAK ITALIAN" "CIVETTA SPEAKS"
Coming closer, Sparrow hesitated. She could see the two now, but she wasn't entirely sure she wanted to approach. She eyed the area around them. There wasn't anywhere to really hide and she wasn't up for spying on her sister anyway. With another glance sideways, Sparrow decided to not interrupt. The girl turned and surveyed the land. She could wait until they were done... or she could come back later. She glanced back to Finch. Why was she so torn? For the moment, Sparrow glanced back and forth between the two options; talk and visit her sister and Dart or... not.