breakfast
10-22-2016, 11:25 AM
There were pups with a male in one of the dens, no mother. Creed, she'd caught his name in passing. Fortune worried, though, for the young ones had no mother. Fortune, you see, has a soft spot. She won't show it. She wouldn't dare. But she has a soft spot for children. They're small, they're lead to believe everything is right and good with the world. She wouldn't dare threaten that. She wouldn't dare mess with that assumption. It wasn't going to be Fortune that would bring the bad news that would shatter their innocent little minds. She didn't like that. She didn't like that it had to happen. As always, she'd take care of her own. This was her family, and that was her duty. Sure, she's wild around the edges. She's always wild. Fortune had kept herself alive on a journey for the ages, and she would do it again if she ever had to go back. But this was different. This was her family. Even if they didn't share a surname or blood, they were all hers to feed and hers to protect. There's something about the way the brave moves when she's here, like she commands authority. It's hard to command authority when your mouth is full of swan. Damned things were easy to catch but horrid to kill. Poorly tempered, this one hadn't gone down without a fight. Still, they were large, and they could feed the small section of the family she kept leaving prey for. Fresh kills, many more than she could eat for herself. Feeding a family, that's what she's always about. Taking care of them. As she did many mornings, Fortune dropped the swan at the mouth of the den, leaving it where Creed or the ids could find it. And that was all. She slunk back off to find something, probably ducks. Ducks made for easy pickings, after all. The hunter would bring ducks for the communal pile of prey, greasy and high in fat. Winter was coming. fortune shock & awe |
10-22-2016, 12:24 PM
It was still early, far too early to be up and full of energy. He dozed beside his brothers, ears twitching on the top of his head. Even his white marked paws fluttered at his side, in his dreams he was running and chasing everything in sight. Just as he was about to sink his teeth into a juicy deer, he heard the shuffling of paws outside of his den. Leaping to his paws, still half asleep, Fable was on the hunt. Who was there? Where? What was going on?? Stumbling to the mouth of the den, he squinted his sleepy eyes as he tried to spot who he had heard. When he didn't see anyone, he took off running. The young pup only made it a few steps before he tripped over something soft, careening towards the earth. Flinching, he prepared for his ultimate face full of dirt. Honestly he was getting used to falling over, those far too-large paws kept him tripping over anything and everything. Still on the ground, he turned to see what it was that had made him fall. He saw a big white thing covered in feathers, and knew that it was a bird of some kind. What it was called though, that he had no idea. Sniffing at it, he was about to pull out some feathers to play with when he heard someone again. Oh right! He was going to look for who it was! Why did they bring them a massive bird? Picking himself up off the ground, he shook the dirt from his coat and trotted off in a random direction. Fable hadn't learned too much about stalking, but he had been practicing. Finding the scent of the stranger, he stuck his nose to the ground and started to follow after it. His fur was sticking out in a rather haphazard manner, he hadn't shook out his fur since waking up or even after he hit the earth. The boy didn't have a care in the world though, cause he was gonna find who brought that bird! Yeah! Gray and white tail wagged behind him as he picked up the pace, soon enough seeing a speckly wolf walking away. "Heyyy, wait! Waittttt!" he called, sprinting until he caught up to her. Trying to stop in a graceful way, he was able to achieve the exact opposite. His left front paw tripped over his right, and once again he was on the ground. His neck was the first to hit the earth, his rump swinging up in the air as it was brought to an abrupt stop. That too hit the earth, and he was left grinning up at the strange woman. He had seen her at the meeting, but he hadn't really talked to her. There had just been so many wolves there and so little time to meet them all! Springing to his paws like nothing had happened, Fable's tail wagged behind him a mile a minute. "Did you bwing tha' bwird? What kind of bwird is it anyway? I never sees somefing like dat befwore, it was swoft and feferwy like," he spurted out, hardly able to get the words out quick enough. Walk, "Talk" Think |
10-22-2016, 12:54 PM
The brave had figured it too early to stick her head in and say hello. That, and it wasn't like she knew Creed or the pups very well. Hell, she didn't know anyone very well. Fortune had taken to herself, mostly, and the little time she was able to spend with Faite when her cousin wasn't busy. The creature knew it probably wasn't the best practice, but she really didn't know what to do with herself otherwise. She was overall uncertain that she was going to be needed when it came to social matters. While okay in general with their handling (despite maybe not being the best when she felt as if she'd been put at a disadvantage), she still had a lot to learn. No, she'd spent most of her time hunting and making sure everyone was taken care of. But someone was calling out for her, a little voice. Oh jeeze. The ducks would have to wait, especially as Fortune turned and made her way back toward the child. Fortune isn't as graceful when she's out of her hunting situations. A little more clunky, and a little sore in the shoulder from where the great bird had put up a fight. It was okay, an occupational hazard. Almost made her feel accomplished, actually. Something fantastic about the way the girl covered ground, though. Like there was power in her bones. In her muscles. She'd put on muscle weight since being here, since stepping up, since taking control of her situation. Fortune's tail wagged right back at the child, chest puffed out slightly as he asked about the bird. "I did bring the bird, figured you guys would like some breakfast." And then he's talking a mile a minute. That was the great thing about kids-- they lead the conversation, all you had to do was answer their questions and they'd be reasonably happy. "That's a trumpeter swan. See, look here at his face. His beak is black, and there's a black triangle that comes to a point ending at his eye. Other swans have different faces." Fortune moves the prey animal's head so the pup can see more easily, nose running across the bird's markings. Patience. Always patience. "I'm Fortune, I lead the hunts for our pack." And she'd been the only one, lately, hunting. Best introduce herself so he didn't think she was a stranger. That would be ideal. fortune shock & awe |
10-22-2016, 01:16 PM
She turned back around and said that it was a trumpeter swan, and Fable's head flopped over to one side as he eyed her with a wide gaze. She told him about the markings, and the boy eagerly looked down and nodded his head. Yay, he was learning things! Looking up at the woman with a huge smile, his tail beat against the side of the bird. "You 'r' wery smarts! Can you teach me more?" he asked, bouncing up and down where he stood. There was nothing that he loved more than learning something, anything really. And this woman, named Fortune, seemed to know a lot about birds and stuff! He didn't know much around them, so it would be great to know all their names and stuff. Maybe then he could catch them all and bring them back for his Ma, maybe she would come back then! Yeah, if he was a good boy and caught lots of food she just had to come back, right? How could she say no to all the feathers and fresh meat? He certainly couldn't. Fortune said that she led hunts, and Fable's eyes grew even wider. His mouth opened to form a little 'o' shape, a look of pure wonderment taking over his puppy features. "You wead dem? That is the coolest fing eva! You must be wery goods and huntin' if you wead all da woofs on a hunt! Oh pwease oh pwease teach me? I pwomise to be gewds! I learn wrerry fast like, and den I can go an' show off! Den Ma will come home 'cause I will be so gewds!" The young boy danced from paw to paw, obvious excitement causing his body to tremor. Walk, "Talk" Think |