White Line Fever
12-30-2016, 02:41 PM
 It had been a rather quiet winter, just him and Cedar trying to stay in one place. Food was hard to come by, even with both of them hunting. They mostly survived off of rodents and anything else small, both growing thinner as the weeks wore on. Oleander didn't want to move and wander too much, he knew that the more they conserved their energy the better. However, hunger drove them a few miles from where they had been in the west, trying to hide from most of the snow and rain. When they couldn't find any prey there though, they were forced to look elsewhere. That is what brought them to the estuary, the sound of birds overhead making both canines belly's rumble. Before they could get too far though, he picked up a familiar smell that made his ears perk. There was something else attached to it, a sweet note on Faite that had not been there before. Was she nursing little ones? Oh, how lovely! A smile on his face, he led the way as Cedar eyed the trees hungrily. He wasn't too impressed that his brother had abandoned their hunt to be social, and after a few steps he ducked away with a bark to let him know he wasn't coming with him. Ollie paused as his brother left, but picked up the trail once more with a shrug. It wasn't often that he felt the desire to be social, it had been too long since he had seen anyone but the jackal. After a few minutes he saw her turning to take what he could only assume was a walk, he chuffed to let her know he was here. That's when the male faultered, his head canting to one side as he wondered just what to say. Should he ask her if she was a mother now or was that rude? Her extended belly and the pouches below let him know that his thoughts were not wrong, but he had learned that woman could be touchy. Would Faite think that he was calling her fat? Now close to her, he just gave a soft smile before flopping to his rump, opening and closing his maw as he fought for words. His teal eyes glanced up, for a moment before falling on her. "Pulchra dies, lovely day." Ollie nearly cursed himself for the basic conversation starter that left his lips, but it was better than saying nothing. Gods he was a fool sometimes. "SPEAK" -- "CEDAR SPEAKS" -- "SPEAK LATIN" |
Oleander speaks Latin, but is fluent in English. Cedar is a black backed jackal and is always with Ollie unless otherwise stated.