Don't poke the... Crocodile
12-01-2018, 02:31 PM
It had been a few months now since flooding had taken out a pack in Auster, but she had yet to go and explore the area. She had intended to, wanting to take away information from the situation, to see if this act of force was something that could have been avoided, or if the pack had set up to fail settling in where they had. Essentially, she wanted to learn from the lesson of others and take away from it what she could. She dragged Rhyme away from the pack to go with her - since he had become an Alpha partner beside her, it was rare for both of them to leave the pack at the same time. She had told Vail she was in charge, and had set up for Ace to keep an eye on her should anything go wrong. She knew the new fighter was capable, and the pack would be okay in their absence. Even so, she did not tarry and kept them to a fast pace as they made the long trek to Auster. The pair found easy places to camp out on their journey, and she enjoyed the time they were spending together. Lying across from each other in a small den, they traded stories of their parents that likely put an ache in both their chests. She needed to learn to see Rhyme as his own person, to look at him and not see Rhythm in his expressions. She loved him like a brother, instead of the cousins they where. To her amusement, she recalled that she had always wanted to call her Aunt's children her siblings. Now he was here, beside her, supporting her as an Alpha and family. She knew that promoting him to her rank was one of the best decisions she had ever made. She couldn’t help but glance over at him, a proud grin on her face. He excelled in all the things she had a weakness for. He was strong, with all the knowledge of fighting she wished for under his paws. Yes, he was good for Abaven - but he was also good for her, too. They finally arrived in Auster, and made their way to the canyon. They could see the remains of the flood in the small river and pools that appeared at the bottom. At first glance, she could see what a death trap this had been. With the water rising, it had nowhere to go but between these walls. The flood has washed everything away, and she knew she would catch no scent of a pack. And yet - “I’m going to head down” she warned Rhyme as she found the best place to descend. The path was a little slippery. It felt like clay beneath her paws and her claws were constantly digging in for purchase, but she managed it just fine, expecting Rhyme was likely to follow her. As she reached the bottom, she saw movement to her right. She squinted, tilting her head to see what had caught her eye. Was there something moving in that pool of water, there? “Rhyme…” she said, her voice dipping to a whisper, her senses telling her to be aware. “Its a crocodile” she decided, though she only vaguely remembered the creatures from her childhood. They weren’t common in Boreas, but she had seen one once before in Auster. “About seven meters from my right shoulder, see what looks a piece of driftwood, sticking out of the water?” she warned her cousin of the danger, watching it without turning her head fully towards it. |
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