first steps
ft winterfell
10-02-2019, 01:45 PM
Orca would huff at her older brothers reluctance to join in. It was their first real chance to explore without the eyes of their parents on them and he didn't want to go? Someone needed to coax him out of his shell, and we'll...Orca was just the pup to do that. She was about to speak when Winter slid in between them, offering a tired greeting but otherwise silent. Claws flexed, digging into the floor for a moment before she looked back at her slumbering parents just as Lumi woke and came up next to them. Her question pulled another grin from Orca. "Adventurin'. Want to come?" She asked, tail wagging as she stood up and stretched.
She wasn't going to let Whittaker ruin her fun. A soft nudge to her two siblings next to her and Orca bounded off into the next room. Quickly, the shadows of the other room would engulf her and the youth immediately felt settled and at home. She welcomed the shadows like a loving embrace, or a cloak to hide her from dangers. Of course, there were no dangers here. Just an old, dusty room full of odd trinkets and bedding that had been drug in and abandoned by one wolf or another. Orca was far more interested in the trinkets than the bedding. Orca began investigating the closest contraption- a desk. One drawer hung open, but with nothing inside. The other drawers were all shut...she'd have to figure out how to open them.
Head cocked to the side for a moment before she looked back at the door and then grinned once more. Arching her neck with jaws open she grasped onto her own upper leg- nose burying into her fur- and she screamed. The muffled sound would no doubt alert Whittaker and her other siblings that didn't come, but would unlikely reach their parents. For dramatic effect she'd cut off the scream and bump against the desk creating a thud sound. Then, she waited. Which of her siblings would come to her rescue?
She wasn't going to let Whittaker ruin her fun. A soft nudge to her two siblings next to her and Orca bounded off into the next room. Quickly, the shadows of the other room would engulf her and the youth immediately felt settled and at home. She welcomed the shadows like a loving embrace, or a cloak to hide her from dangers. Of course, there were no dangers here. Just an old, dusty room full of odd trinkets and bedding that had been drug in and abandoned by one wolf or another. Orca was far more interested in the trinkets than the bedding. Orca began investigating the closest contraption- a desk. One drawer hung open, but with nothing inside. The other drawers were all shut...she'd have to figure out how to open them.
Head cocked to the side for a moment before she looked back at the door and then grinned once more. Arching her neck with jaws open she grasped onto her own upper leg- nose burying into her fur- and she screamed. The muffled sound would no doubt alert Whittaker and her other siblings that didn't come, but would unlikely reach their parents. For dramatic effect she'd cut off the scream and bump against the desk creating a thud sound. Then, she waited. Which of her siblings would come to her rescue?