silver as the sound
10-19-2016, 12:25 PM
(This post was last modified: 10-19-2016, 12:25 PM by Orica.)
It was official. Orica had been accepted into the tribe. The black and white birds now believed she was one of their own. Maybe it was thanks to her fur colors - which were an almost perfect mirror of the little thing's feathers. Or maybe it was because she'd helped that wounded one. Most wolves would've seen the penguin with a broken wing and figured - Dinner. On another day Orica would have too, but she hadn't healed anyone in a long time. She had herbs that would spoil if they weren't used. And, well, ever since having kids her soft spots had gotten soft spots. Now she sat on a pile of ice and rocks, looking like the king of the black and white waddlers. They didn't chirp or sing these birds, they had a couple younger ones that squeaked, but for the most part they made strange chortling, trumpet sounds. They were hiliarious - dancing about, smacking eachother with flippers or sliding on their bellies. A large group of them were just standing in a warmth-huddle on the ice while others hopped in and out of cracks in the ice and went fishing. Earlier in the day one of them had brought Orica a small silver fish, which she nipped up while showing as few teeth as possible. It was really too adorable. And showed quite a bit of intelligence. Water crows. That's what she was going to call them. In all her travels she'd never come across such a creature. The joy of discovery was enough to make her all warm and happy and more than ready to lay down and let the birds cuddle up to her for heat - or wander around. One one started pushing itself around on its belly, Orica couldn't help herself. Seven years old or not, the next minute she was in a low play crouch, pushing herself around nose first, letting her back legs do the work as she sledded about on the ice. A couple others joined in. It was her first lesson on being a water crow. There were other creatures about the sheltered cove. Seals for one - great heaps of fat and flesh lazing about the beach and barking at eachother. Those, Orica had learned could be very sweet or extremely dangerous. The black and white birds kept their distance for now so so did she. She didn't smell any wolves yet on the wind, but she wasn't exactly paying attention. She was having too much fun with her new friends. |