...It's that sudden stop...
02-21-2017, 08:54 AM
Chaos had been napping, having been keeping odd hours for his patrols out of respect for the owls who had adopted him as their friend, when he was startled awake by a strange, wild howl. He sleepily popped out of his den. Outside the narrow cave in the stunted little tree they roasted in, both owls' heads twisted as they too listened. "Something's wrong," he murmured to them, and Heecha bobbed his head with a solemn hoot. He and his larger mate both swooped away silently, and Chaos followed behind in the direction the call had come from. Before he reached the scene though, his keen nose told the gruesome tale.
He stopped beside the healer, and eyed the body. He recognized her - it was the young fighter who'd come to his fight training, though he didn't know much more than that about her. "That's rough, mate," he said aloud, not without sympathy though he kept private the thought that the mountains were just weeding out the unfit. Judging by the smaller male's reaction he had either been close to the dead girl or was particularly sensitive, so in a rare fit of tactfulness Chaos kept that to himself. He studied the body, frowning, the tilted his head back to stare up at the path far above them. She must have been going awfully fast to have fallen the way she did. As a pack guardian he had to consider the possibility that she may have been chased, though that seemed pretty unlikely. It was a lot more likely that she had been chasing something, or just plain running like kids did. He would have to step up his patrols just in case though, and maybe push the pack harder to increase their agility and knowledge of the paths here.
"Sgili, find Raba please," he added out loud, and the orange-eyed owl rose obligingly from her perch on a ledge above them to wing silently off to find the alpha. "We could probably call the pack together to bury her," he offered awkwardly in lieu of any more comforting words. "We could travois her down to the steppe, unless you want we should make a cairn over her here."
He stopped beside the healer, and eyed the body. He recognized her - it was the young fighter who'd come to his fight training, though he didn't know much more than that about her. "That's rough, mate," he said aloud, not without sympathy though he kept private the thought that the mountains were just weeding out the unfit. Judging by the smaller male's reaction he had either been close to the dead girl or was particularly sensitive, so in a rare fit of tactfulness Chaos kept that to himself. He studied the body, frowning, the tilted his head back to stare up at the path far above them. She must have been going awfully fast to have fallen the way she did. As a pack guardian he had to consider the possibility that she may have been chased, though that seemed pretty unlikely. It was a lot more likely that she had been chasing something, or just plain running like kids did. He would have to step up his patrols just in case though, and maybe push the pack harder to increase their agility and knowledge of the paths here.
"Sgili, find Raba please," he added out loud, and the orange-eyed owl rose obligingly from her perch on a ledge above them to wing silently off to find the alpha. "We could probably call the pack together to bury her," he offered awkwardly in lieu of any more comforting words. "We could travois her down to the steppe, unless you want we should make a cairn over her here."
Unless otherwise mentioned as absent, assume that both Great Horned owl companions are nearby
Chaos speaks in a strong lisp, which I am usually too lazy to write