what can I buy with one duck feather?
09-21-2022, 11:49 AM
They were allowed into the market now though they had been warned to avoid touching anything without permission from each market wolf, but hey it was less boring than just wanding the open area of the Col. Here at least there were interesting things to look at and not touch. There were also the new scents. There were wolves who weren't part of the pack here regularly, and it gave him a chance to learn new scents, memorize them, and start putting names to some of the more regular scents, other packs who visited occasionally.
But today there was a scent Crux did not recognize, one that it seemed mostly stayed away from the marketplace the Armada hosted. So maybe he was curious. Crux lifted his head and tried to remember the tracking lessons they'd started, eyes scanning the wolves but he wasn't able to see much considering his height and the adults around him. He didn't know yet but the height of the wolf he was looking for probably also didn't help. So he had to trust his nose, Crux was learning well enough how to weave through the crowds even on his bad leg and quickly picked up the stranger's trail. It took a few minutes more before he spotted who he was looking for, a fire red pup, only a little older than himself but clearly already bigger. Crux tipped his head to the side and trotted unevenly towards him, curious where the kid's parents were. "Don't touch anythin' without askin' first." He said, adopting a bit of a haughty tone, if the pup's parents weren't here to watch him then it was probably Crux's job since he'd found him and he was a Fatalis.
But when he spoke next it was much more appropriate for his age, a friendlier tone that did little to hide the excitement in this meeting. Crux hadn't met any pups his own age who weren't his siblings! "Y'ever been here before?" Then he realized he should introduce himself. "'m Crux Fatalis!" He tried to give a greeting reminiscent of one he'd watched his father give to others before, but his head dip was a bit too deep and he stumbled forward slightly, bumping his right leg into the ground painfully.
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But today there was a scent Crux did not recognize, one that it seemed mostly stayed away from the marketplace the Armada hosted. So maybe he was curious. Crux lifted his head and tried to remember the tracking lessons they'd started, eyes scanning the wolves but he wasn't able to see much considering his height and the adults around him. He didn't know yet but the height of the wolf he was looking for probably also didn't help. So he had to trust his nose, Crux was learning well enough how to weave through the crowds even on his bad leg and quickly picked up the stranger's trail. It took a few minutes more before he spotted who he was looking for, a fire red pup, only a little older than himself but clearly already bigger. Crux tipped his head to the side and trotted unevenly towards him, curious where the kid's parents were. "Don't touch anythin' without askin' first." He said, adopting a bit of a haughty tone, if the pup's parents weren't here to watch him then it was probably Crux's job since he'd found him and he was a Fatalis.
But when he spoke next it was much more appropriate for his age, a friendlier tone that did little to hide the excitement in this meeting. Crux hadn't met any pups his own age who weren't his siblings! "Y'ever been here before?" Then he realized he should introduce himself. "'m Crux Fatalis!" He tried to give a greeting reminiscent of one he'd watched his father give to others before, but his head dip was a bit too deep and he stumbled forward slightly, bumping his right leg into the ground painfully.
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Art by Twonahalfer |
Updated 04/30/23: Still on indefinite scarcity, please do not remind me of threads I am behind on right now.
Crux has a 6 inch long burn scar on his throat, most of his art does not reflect this.
Crux has a 6 inch long burn scar on his throat, most of his art does not reflect this.