Let's Go Skinny-dipping
06-05-2016, 10:25 AM
Gathering Fish - Level 1 Trout Round 1/? These lands were very odd to the two beasts, brand new and totally up for exploration. But Oleander and Cedar had been walking for quite some time, hunger gnawed at their bellies. Even though it was winter, a mild one at that, Ollie had a craving for fish. "Insanis Scitis quoniam iudicium Estis in fluvio morientur frigidam." said the jackal, standing back as his wolf brother examined the water below them. They were at too high a point at the moment to just leap in, but the monotone wolf already had his eye out for a flash of silver. He looked up at Cedar and grinned, a smile that the smaller canine knew all too well. He was going to do this no matter what he said, so with a sigh he followed behind him. Ollie's dark teal eyes hardly strayed from the water, Cedar had to pull on his tail to set him straight a few times. Maybe he should just let him fall into the river... maybe then the wolf would learn to watch where he was walking. But there was nothing he could do for his brother, and if he did fall in, he would most likely be the one that had to pull him out. The jackal had no intentions of getting wet, the water was most likely ice cold. Oleander looked over his shoulder a few times when his tail got tugged on, but he was too focused on finding them some food. Cedar may think that it was a bad idea, but fish sounded so good right now. The two of them walked on the shoreline, heading for lower ground. When they got close he saw not one, but two other wolves already at it. Well, it would seem that he was not the only one who had a craving for freshwater fish! His tail wagged a few times behind him, and Cedar poked out behind his companion to eye the two of them. One wolf was massive, probably one of the largest wolves he had ever seen. Back in their family and all surrounding packs, wolves never usually got larger than 34 inches. This young man put them all to shame, stopping Ollie in his tracks. Not given enough warning, the black backed jackal slammed into his brother's hindquarters. "Heus! Quid agis?" But the wolf ignored him, walking forward again like nothing had even happened. "Salve est!" Oleander called, a rare moment when he actually started the conversation. Usually he left all the talking up to Cedar, he was usually pretty bad with words. He enjoyed to observe more than interact, but because of these strange lands, he knew that they would need some assistance. He gazed between the sandy woman and the slate blue male, his head tilting to the side. His face was absent of a smile, but his gray tail gave a few wags behind him. "What fish can be found here?" He asked in a more common tongue, unsure what the majority of the wolves spoke here. Most trade wolves spoke a huge number of languages, but Latin was the go-to back home. His accent was slight, but still there. English was spoken just as much, and both boys grew up speaking both. Cedar came out from behind Oleander, standing at his brother's side. He was more wary of the strangers, which was uncommon. It would seem that the two of them had switched positions for the moment. But they knew nothing of this land or the wolves that inhabited it. For all he knew they could be all terrors, dark wolves who wanted to rip at his flesh. Not wishing to be too rude, the jackal dipped his head at the strangers. "SPEAK" -- "CEDAR SPEAKS" |
Oleander speaks Latin, but is fluent in English. Cedar is a black backed jackal and is always with Ollie unless otherwise stated.
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