Must have been the wind
Farrah
08-10-2020, 12:55 AM
It was kind of funny how things could turn upside down in the span of just a few days. Ever since finding Memento he had spent quite a bit of time building out the den he had started and making it big enough for him to share with his family. Eventually they could all have their own dens wherever they wished, but for now this was the easiest solution. He had spent most of his life caring for his mother, but after he parted ways with his family he hadn't had anyone to look after. Now that he was reunited with them - with one notable absence - it had greatly shifted how he spent his days. His wandering had nearly come to a halt and he had begun putting in the work that would be needed to make this place their permanent home base. As he began to wash the dirt from digging out the den off of his paws in one of the Mangrove's many streams, he began to think about Philomena and her sudden disappearance. He hadn't let himself think about it too much - instead keeping himself busy and blocking that portion of his thoughts off into the farthest reaches of mind. Now that it was just him and the silence of the mangroves they began to creep in and nag at the back of his mind. Guilt weighed heavily on him and he sighed as he sank down onto his haunches. There had to be more to it than just how their fight had gone that had driven her to leave. He knew she had been in a rough spot before then, but to just leave without a word... A sound pulled him out of his own musing thoughts and it pulled his eyes up toward the brush and bushes that dotted the ground around the thickly growing trees. A scent followed the sound, a scent that had held firm in his memory after their chance meeting. "Farrah?" he called, getting to his paws as he began to scan the trees and bushes curiously for the small, pale woman. |
08-10-2020, 06:43 AM
it was indeed she, rustling around in the brush. she could walk around like a normal wolf, but the short prickly bushes were an odd comfort for her. plus, many things hid within it. mice she liked to seek out in order to stomp on. small animals thinking that sneaking away within it was going to keep them safe. she was in her own zone, moving along the line with a newly won prize clenched between teeth. truthfully, she had began exploring away from the the comfort of the falls. off in another direction, then this one. at the edge she thought she picked up his scent, but it was brief and her mind was otherwise distracted by the rush of trampling through brush after something small and fuzzy. the call of her name made her head shift, lifting as ears perked. clueless to the fact it was him, as she waited for ru to speak again. who else would call her name? backing out of the brush, she tugs her mangled bunny along. it still had some kick to it, her frame lowering to place a paw on it. it had no means to escape, but still had kicks of reflex within its back legs. will you always be coming out from under something when you see him? her ears drooped slightly in question, a flare of nostrils would provide the answer. her head jerked upwards, twisting off in the direction of his scent. staring at him with curious gray eye, the other still neatly held behind the security of eyelid. excitement rose within her, she knew that smell. that face, she liked that face. abandoning now limp bunny, she proceeds directly into his personal space. a bubble she was careful to avoid bursting before, seeking to press her nose against his cheek in greeting. a wiggle in her frame suited to express happiness to see him again. she couldn't of looked any better, new cuts along her limbs from where she roamed. small, and easy enough to manage as long as she cleaned them. in the very least, she hadn't gotten any thinner since he fed her. even if she only returned to the deer once.. ulric. ulric. ulric. [thinks][speaks][ru] |
blind in her left eye. words rarely spoken. yet a voice within her head.
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a maybe baby
08-11-2020, 08:08 PM
He waited patiently for a moment to see if she would actually appear at him calling her name and eventually his patience paid off. She emerged from the bushes, holding something he couldn't quite see because of how she was turned away from him, and seeing her made a relieved smile pull onto his lips. He had been partially convinced that he was never going to see her again after that night and he had wondered often about how she was doing. He hadn't had the chance to look for her himself since he had found Memento shortly after that and had gotten caught up in the matters of taking care of his family, but that didn't keep him from wondering about her when they were eating their meals. It seemed like she was at least in the same sort of state that he had seen her in last time. When she turned to look at him he caught a glimpse of the rabbit she had drug out with her and he wasn't quite sure what to make of the state of it, but he also tried not to linger on it too much. He wasn't really given much time to think about it anyway since she quickly came toward him, clearly happy to see him. He chuckled softly and leaned down to make it easier for her to reach him and so he could press his nose to her cheek in return. What a change this was from when they first came across each other, but it was one he liked. "I'm happy to see you too, Farrah," he said with a lop-sided grin - the scar that crossed his left cheek keeping it from spreading evenly on each side of his muzzle. It was something he had grown used to and hardly thought about any more. He still wasn't quite sure what to make of his little friend. She was in a state that he had never seen another wolf be in and he still hadn't quite figured out why she kept her eye closed all the time. Either way, he was still happy to see her again. "Have you been taking care of yourself?" he asked as he lifted his head again, tipping it slightly to the side with curiosity. He felt a bit like a parent checking on a child that they hadn't seen in a little while even though there was no arrangement for him to do such a thing. "I have some food saved up by my den if you'd like some. My mother will probably be there, but she's just as nice as me if not nicer. She'd love to meet you." |
08-11-2020, 09:04 PM
her nose pressed to his cheek once within range, ears perking at the touch of his against her cheek. she didn't hate it, but it was new. her hind dropped, settling herself within the spot. remaining a comfortable means within his bubble without being all over him. her eye scanned him, checking him out. she was curious to how he had been, though she couldn't bring herself to ask. he was big, and surely capable. she expected nothing over then for him to be fine. her head bobbed along to his question. she was fine, she took care of herself. she always did, even if she appeared so rough around the edges. ru reminded her to eat, nagging her to drink water. she functioned just fine thanks to him keeping track. he was to offer food again, her head tilting along with his in its own cute fashion. would he always offer her food? because you are thin. he pities us. but that was fine wasn't it, if he being kind was out of pity.. she was fine with it. the word mother made her ears twitch backwards. she remembered he had family, that he had fought with them. that he was sad. so surely he had a mother near enough to him. but the offer to bring her along was interesting. she would find herself easily swayed, if ulric says someone is nice. they would be nice, because he was nice. an innocent and clueless approach to the limited creatures she had expressed care for. her hind lifts, carrying herself back towards the bunny. gripping it by a leg she carries it back to him, a slight puff to her chest as if a child showing off a successful trophy. upon closer look, it was pricked from its escape within the brush. looking much like she after being prodded by thorns. it had escaped, leaving fresh marks along its back and now within its leg. setting it down in front of him, she nudges it closer with her nose. fed her, now she feeds him. even if the rabbit was small and he big, she wished for the gesture to matter. taking several steps away her legs spread to brace the rough shake she gave, tossing the loose strands of decor within her coat. [thinks][speaks][ru] |
blind in her left eye. words rarely spoken. yet a voice within her head.
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a maybe baby
08-16-2020, 10:59 AM
Ulric watched to see what her reaction would be to the idea of meeting his mother. He had half expected for her to reject the idea, but she didn't seem to have an adverse reaction to it other than a twitch of her ears so it gave him a bit of hope. His silver gaze watched her curiously as she got up and went back to the rabbit that she had pulled out of the brush with her. It made sense that she would want to bring her prey with her, but what surprised him most was the fact that she proudly brought it to him and presented it to him like it was her gift. It reminded him of how he would bring some of his first solo kills to his mother when he was younger and would give them to her in his own puppy-like efforts to care for her. Even though the rabbit was in rough shape from the beating it had taken in the thorny bushes, it still touched him and made his expression soften with appreciation. If he hadn't already intended on bringing her back to where his den was to make sure she ate then he would have refused it and made sure she ate it. However, since he was already planning on making sure she ate before they parted ways again, he accepted it gratefully. It was her gift to him and he recognized how proud she was of it. "Thank you, Farrah, that's very kind of you." Once she had finished shaking out her fur he rose to his paws and gave a nod with his head in the direction that the den he had made was. "Follow me, my home is just a little further this way." He picked up the rabbit that she had given him and carried it with him as he lead the way through the twisted mangrove forest. It was just a short walk, maybe a minute or two at most, before the den came into view and he saw his mother laying outside of it near the entrance. There wasn't any sign of his nieces around, but that was to be expected. The girls tended to go off and do their own thing during the day. Sometimes his mother would as well, but for the most part she lingered near their home base. He kind of wished she would get out more and perhaps try to live her life a bit more, but he understood how hard Philomena's disappearance had been on her. Once they were close enough he sat the rabbit down off to the side before glancing toward Farrah with a reassuring smile and nod. "Farrah, this is my mother, Roza." Glancing back up at his mother he added, "Mother, this is the woman I was telling you about the other day, Farrah." |