Don't start the fire
03-22-2021, 03:40 PM
The little Firefox wanted to learn how everything worked. Every ticking piece of the Ashen Empire was a mystery she wanted to unravel. Starting with patrols, how often did they run, what spots did they cover? What did they protect the wolves from?
Today, the little firesprite was going to find herself a patrolman and stalk them and question them until their hearts gave out from frustration. She faced her problem logically, she made her way first to the border. She was careful, she knew how much trouble she would get in if she crossed over that scent boundary. Instead, she sniffed near the line, and then paced herself back into Ashen territory by a few feet. There, careful, precise.
Raising her tiny head high, with its little amber stumps between her ears and eyes as bright as the ocean glowing, she began to make her way around the pack. What she learned from doing so, was that the island was big and occasionally there were rocks or driftwood that she had to scamper over. Climbing them, was, to the tiniest pp of the litter, like climbing a mountain. She had just conquered one such rock now, and stood at its peeking, huffing and puffing. She paused on her vantage point, and looked about a patrol-wolf.
"Speech"
Today, the little firesprite was going to find herself a patrolman and stalk them and question them until their hearts gave out from frustration. She faced her problem logically, she made her way first to the border. She was careful, she knew how much trouble she would get in if she crossed over that scent boundary. Instead, she sniffed near the line, and then paced herself back into Ashen territory by a few feet. There, careful, precise.
Raising her tiny head high, with its little amber stumps between her ears and eyes as bright as the ocean glowing, she began to make her way around the pack. What she learned from doing so, was that the island was big and occasionally there were rocks or driftwood that she had to scamper over. Climbing them, was, to the tiniest pp of the litter, like climbing a mountain. She had just conquered one such rock now, and stood at its peeking, huffing and puffing. She paused on her vantage point, and looked about a patrol-wolf.