Stand Together
Group Winter Seasonal, Year 18 {Cor, Hay, and Nessie}
Bard
02-14-2023, 04:41 PM
The night is peaceful as the pups are snuggled tightly around their mother and father, firmly locked in the realm of dreams. Little Hay slumbers soundly, legs wrapped tightly around her, now blind, brother Corbin while her small face is smushed against the back of his neck. Legs twitch at random as she dreams of running across fields of grass during the night, chasing stars as they dance around her. A smile is on her lips in reality as happily races along in her dream, when, suddenly a small scream shatters the tranquility of her dreams and the girl struggles to make it back to the waking world. Green eyes sluggishly blinking open to look around, in an attempt to find the source of the scream. Two of siblings are stirring as well, perhaps pulled from their dreams by the strange sound as well.
Giving Corbin a gentle lick between his ears to help him wake up, Haydée then helps him untangle from the pile of pups. Once they are both free, the girl carefully leads her brother to the entry way of the den and they both slip out into the cool night air. She stops Corbin a few steps away from the doorway, so that they both can tilt their heads back to scent the air. It is easy to find their father’s scent on the breeze but there is something else with him… several coyotes. Alarm resounds in her chest as she looks to her brother, knowing he can smell it too and, while he cannot see her panic, she is certain he can feel it.
Pointing them both in the direction of their father, Hay then instructs Corbin to grab ahold of her tail and to hang on tight. As soon as he clamps down, the pair are off, with the girl in the front, racing them through the night to rescue their father. Sleep still addles the pups minds as they do not think to summon their mother or any of the pack’s fighters, their sole focus being on getting to their father and helping. The pair bust onto the scene, finding five coyotes sizing up their tiny father. With a mighty shout, Hay startles the attacking creatures and charges toward the closest one. When she is almost to it, she shouts, “Corbin let go! Coyote straight ahead!”
When he releases his hold, Haydée swiftly turns her paws, trusting her blinded brother to deal with that coyote… or at least keep it distracted long enough for them to lose. She races up to and past her father, charging for the coyote that is closest to attacking him. Uttering a loud, gutteral war cry, the small pup launches herself at the extremely startled creature’s face. Small, sharp, teeth sink into the area around the beast’s right eyes socket and Hay growls fiercely as she holds on and slaps her paws at its face. It is obvious that the hungry beasts did not expect two pups to come hurtling out of the night and begin to attack them ferociously... and they hesitate.
The coyote that Haydée is attacking seems more focused on his own pain and snarls before shaking its head, hard. It rids itself of the troublesome pup however, Hay leaves it a parting gift as her small teeth slice through the creature’s eye, rupturing it in the process. A howl of pain erupts from the coyote’s mouth as Hay tucks her small body before hitting the ground and rolling. She is quick to pop back up onto her paws and even faster to races around so she can come to stand in front of her father. It is a tactical decision, placing her body between him and the bold coyotes means that they have to face her first.
Now that she has their attention, she attempts to look larger than she is, raising her hackles, bunching her scruff and making loud, threating puppy growls. If these beasts want to get to her father, they are going to have to go through her… and Haydée isn’t going down easily. Just ask the one with the ruined eye.
WC: 691
Total WC: 1116 / 1500
"Haydée Kedieo"
Giving Corbin a gentle lick between his ears to help him wake up, Haydée then helps him untangle from the pile of pups. Once they are both free, the girl carefully leads her brother to the entry way of the den and they both slip out into the cool night air. She stops Corbin a few steps away from the doorway, so that they both can tilt their heads back to scent the air. It is easy to find their father’s scent on the breeze but there is something else with him… several coyotes. Alarm resounds in her chest as she looks to her brother, knowing he can smell it too and, while he cannot see her panic, she is certain he can feel it.
Pointing them both in the direction of their father, Hay then instructs Corbin to grab ahold of her tail and to hang on tight. As soon as he clamps down, the pair are off, with the girl in the front, racing them through the night to rescue their father. Sleep still addles the pups minds as they do not think to summon their mother or any of the pack’s fighters, their sole focus being on getting to their father and helping. The pair bust onto the scene, finding five coyotes sizing up their tiny father. With a mighty shout, Hay startles the attacking creatures and charges toward the closest one. When she is almost to it, she shouts, “Corbin let go! Coyote straight ahead!”
When he releases his hold, Haydée swiftly turns her paws, trusting her blinded brother to deal with that coyote… or at least keep it distracted long enough for them to lose. She races up to and past her father, charging for the coyote that is closest to attacking him. Uttering a loud, gutteral war cry, the small pup launches herself at the extremely startled creature’s face. Small, sharp, teeth sink into the area around the beast’s right eyes socket and Hay growls fiercely as she holds on and slaps her paws at its face. It is obvious that the hungry beasts did not expect two pups to come hurtling out of the night and begin to attack them ferociously... and they hesitate.
The coyote that Haydée is attacking seems more focused on his own pain and snarls before shaking its head, hard. It rids itself of the troublesome pup however, Hay leaves it a parting gift as her small teeth slice through the creature’s eye, rupturing it in the process. A howl of pain erupts from the coyote’s mouth as Hay tucks her small body before hitting the ground and rolling. She is quick to pop back up onto her paws and even faster to races around so she can come to stand in front of her father. It is a tactical decision, placing her body between him and the bold coyotes means that they have to face her first.
Now that she has their attention, she attempts to look larger than she is, raising her hackles, bunching her scruff and making loud, threating puppy growls. If these beasts want to get to her father, they are going to have to go through her… and Haydée isn’t going down easily. Just ask the one with the ruined eye.
WC: 691
Total WC: 1116 / 1500
"Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.”
Haydée has a male northern cardinal named Chanson and a female fossa named Manon. They are always close by.