iron sharpens iron
[ zoey ]
08-31-2022, 04:29 PM
To her surprise, Wren chuckled lightly at her addressing the warden as ‘miss’ - and further elaborated that she wasn’t all that much older than Zoey herself. So there was no need for such a formal term. The russet yearling nodded, semi-relieved. Her parents, before their untimely passing, and drilled into her the importance of respect to older wolves - primarily by use of ‘Miss’ or ‘Mister’ in front of their names. It would feel a bit odd to her, but Zoey didn’t mind. Besides, just calling the leader by her name and name only felt more relaxed. It made her feel she was with Wren, not just below her in rank.
Wren then mentioned that the ship they lived on surely must have been crafted by humans. Zoey nodded, confident in her response. "Yes, the ship we live on I believe to be the work of humans. Though its structure is uniquely crafted, its location suggests that it was, in fact, used as a vessel for traveling through water. Maybe they used it for trading with distant lands." She described her theory with a thoughtful tilt of her head, as if describing something anybody could surmise from the ship’s remains. Truly a spark of her swath of knowledge already accrued, and she was still so young! Upon being prompted on the species of prey within the Pines, she called upon her excellent memory and scent of the area she had already explored to respond, "From what I’ve gathered thus far, the prey here is composed of species suited for the cold weather. Some deer, some reindeer even, though not as common. Quite a few rabbits, voles, squirrels and birds - but those are typically well-dispersed regardless of the weather in Boreas." That was at least the prey she had scented or seen so far. Wren knew the area much better, having claim of these lands. It was then that Wren prompted her to test her exploration through hunting. The russet girl offered a small wag of her tail, a soft smile gracing her lips at her mentor’s instructions. Yeah, she could track prey! No biggie. Though she was a bit nervous - after all, she was expected to take the lead - the girl let herself stand still momentarily, nose twitching until the strong scent of a rabbit filled her nose. Not a large prey by any means, but it was the strongest she had scented out. With no questions, she glanced at Wren with goggled eyes and then began to follow the scent trail, ears perked and trotting, determined and focused, on the path.
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Wren then mentioned that the ship they lived on surely must have been crafted by humans. Zoey nodded, confident in her response. "Yes, the ship we live on I believe to be the work of humans. Though its structure is uniquely crafted, its location suggests that it was, in fact, used as a vessel for traveling through water. Maybe they used it for trading with distant lands." She described her theory with a thoughtful tilt of her head, as if describing something anybody could surmise from the ship’s remains. Truly a spark of her swath of knowledge already accrued, and she was still so young! Upon being prompted on the species of prey within the Pines, she called upon her excellent memory and scent of the area she had already explored to respond, "From what I’ve gathered thus far, the prey here is composed of species suited for the cold weather. Some deer, some reindeer even, though not as common. Quite a few rabbits, voles, squirrels and birds - but those are typically well-dispersed regardless of the weather in Boreas." That was at least the prey she had scented or seen so far. Wren knew the area much better, having claim of these lands. It was then that Wren prompted her to test her exploration through hunting. The russet girl offered a small wag of her tail, a soft smile gracing her lips at her mentor’s instructions. Yeah, she could track prey! No biggie. Though she was a bit nervous - after all, she was expected to take the lead - the girl let herself stand still momentarily, nose twitching until the strong scent of a rabbit filled her nose. Not a large prey by any means, but it was the strongest she had scented out. With no questions, she glanced at Wren with goggled eyes and then began to follow the scent trail, ears perked and trotting, determined and focused, on the path.
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