Ookey Spooky Creepy Crawly
Milo
10-03-2020, 10:34 AM
Milo nodded to acknowledge Nausicaa's request to find them wood. Once he had a general idea of where Nausicaa's base camp was to be set up, he veered off and ventured into the denser forest surrounding the rest of the island. Finding wood for a campfire was as easy as finding a stick in the woods—literally. It didn't take more than a few minutes for the male to find a good number of larger sticks and deadwood, wonderfully dry and perfect for burning. As he returned to the shore and began making his way back, he spotted some darker shapes of beached driftwood washed up against the lapping waves. His eyes brightened in excitement, recalling a unique trait to driftwood another wolf had taught him in the past. He eagerly ran up, setting the sticks down to stick a few smaller pieces of salty driftwood into his messenger back, then gathered up the sticks he had collected again. He trotted back up to where Nausicaa was assembling the campfire, the variety of wood he had collected sticking out almost comically on either side of his jaws as he carried them back and dropped them to the sand beside her, keeping the driftwood tucked safely away in his bag for now for a little surprise to try and impress her. "Thanks! I had no idea what makes for good firewood, so I just took a shot in the dark," he replied with a sheepish grin. He watched with intrigue as his female companion began to arrange the wood and kindling about in a crude structure ideal for burning. He had always been impressed by the resourcefulness of other wolves, having not picked up on a tremendous amount of survivalist skills himself. Hell, if it hadn't been for the kindness and generosity of strangers he ran into the first few months after leaving home, Milo doubted he'd have survived as long as he had! When she asked if he could go find some striking stones or food for them, his ears perked up and he nodded enthusiastically. "Yes, of course! I'll be right back." Just as he turned to leave again, an idea struck him, and he turned back to Nausicaa. "Did you say metal works best?" He smirked, then carefully slipped his messenger bag off from around him and tossed the weathered canvas bag over to her. "Check in there. I've collected a few random knickknacks and I think some of them might be metal. If none of them help, I'll go find some metal when I get back." With that, Milo turned and trotted back out into the nighttime forest. While he didn't know how to build a fire, he did at least know how to hunt small game. The woods were quiet at night, with most creatures turned in for the evening and only the soothing rolling sounds of the nearby ocean breaking the otherwise stillness. In the dark, it was difficult to navigate the forest floor silently without stepping on any sticks or leaves, but Milo did his best, following his sense of smell to locate a hare burrow hidden beneath some bushes. Some digging and snarling later, Milo was padding proudly back down the beach, the two former occupants of the burrow hanging from his jaws and a content smile on his face. "Dinher esht shervid!" the male declared through a muffled mouthful of rabbit while he strode back into their campsite. "Speech" — Thoughts
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