Vacationing
11-27-2015, 04:32 PM
With winter came the promise of cold and scarce prey. A fact that Jakart was prepared to live with for however long that was. Last years winter was a long one, the nip of cold proceeding far into the next season, and so likewise he expected the same to happen this year. It was a simple process, and one that had changed last year with the meeting of the she wolf who strode right beside him now. Jakart looked at Callisto, paws sore and weariness in his mismatched gaze. Ever since she had reentered his life Jakart has made it his mission to keep the healer happy and content even if it meant she was using him. He knew that to be true even if she wouldn't admit it if asked, but it was the loss of his sisters to pack life that drew him to protect the well being of another.
And so Callisto's cat Belladonna came to him one day when winter had just started it's decent from the sky to blanket the land with its chill. A few days of wallowing in the snow and scavenging rodents in the shrubbery of the Fern Gulley was enough to convince him to leave, small game now hibernating and elusive. Callisto mentioned a move down south, and Jakart eagerly complied. It was a few hours to gather up his brothers and begin the journey, his siblings remaining strangely auiet after they had called Lior at the border of Donostrea and told her of the move. Everyone was carrying herbs during the trek, no doubt Callisto was grateful for such help when being seperated from valuable and rare medicinal plants. The grey wolf had departed with Callisto and continued down south, leaving his brothers and Callisto's herbs stashed safely in the territory where his parents were buried.
It was after crossing the land bridge that he had first noticed the sustained warmth. All the green and trees and above all else, Callisto's attitude. A few more miles of wandering and the place the two wolves and cat found themselves in was awash in shrubbery, bright petals obscured by twisting green vines all spread about across the earth. Jakart stood at the edge of the forest, silent as he stood next to Callisto and taking in the vegetation. Such a bounty to behold. His ears flicked at Bella's words, gaze turning to Callisto expectantly and ready to help in any way he could.
And so Callisto's cat Belladonna came to him one day when winter had just started it's decent from the sky to blanket the land with its chill. A few days of wallowing in the snow and scavenging rodents in the shrubbery of the Fern Gulley was enough to convince him to leave, small game now hibernating and elusive. Callisto mentioned a move down south, and Jakart eagerly complied. It was a few hours to gather up his brothers and begin the journey, his siblings remaining strangely auiet after they had called Lior at the border of Donostrea and told her of the move. Everyone was carrying herbs during the trek, no doubt Callisto was grateful for such help when being seperated from valuable and rare medicinal plants. The grey wolf had departed with Callisto and continued down south, leaving his brothers and Callisto's herbs stashed safely in the territory where his parents were buried.
It was after crossing the land bridge that he had first noticed the sustained warmth. All the green and trees and above all else, Callisto's attitude. A few more miles of wandering and the place the two wolves and cat found themselves in was awash in shrubbery, bright petals obscured by twisting green vines all spread about across the earth. Jakart stood at the edge of the forest, silent as he stood next to Callisto and taking in the vegetation. Such a bounty to behold. His ears flicked at Bella's words, gaze turning to Callisto expectantly and ready to help in any way he could.