Learning to face disaster
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Corvus seemed like he was trying his best to remain positive and despite herself, Gloom couldn't help but feel a bit more at ease. Though she despised it when the adults pretended like nothing had happened or that nothing could be possibly going wrong right now she also found herself more at ease with wolves not falling into the same panic she was trapped in. Even in her anxiety Gloom was still a young pup after all and the idea of learning something new was an exciting idea. Even if she didn't really show it. They arrived at the water and Gloom dithered at the shore for a moment before taking a tentative step into the cold water, a muffled squeal escaping past her lips as she felt the chill on her legs. Though she was still warry of her cousin the girl quickly bound closer to Corvus, nearly attaching herself to his leg. She was scared of the tide more than she was scared of her older cousin. She tried to follow his gaze as Corvus spoke and after narrowing her eyes against the glint of the surface when she saw it moving. Gloom listened carefully as Crovus instructed her and the girl nodded slowly. With some hesitance Gloom readied herself to try and grab the fish. She was careful not to move, not that she had a particular understanding of the way that fish tended to act but simply because she was certain she'd do it wrong if she didn't just go for it. Screwing her eyes shut Gloom darted her head out and down, her jaws open. She felt the cool rush of the water on her muzzle as it broke the surface and she felt something wriggling in her mouth but as she tried to clamp her jaw down the fish slipped her grasp. Gloom tossed her head back, snorting and rubbing at her nose with her paw, the taste of salt heavy on her tongue. "It got away." She said plainly, looking up at her cousin. There wasn't really any disappointment in her tone, though she was now searching Corvus for the next step. Speak! Think! |