You Never Know Who You Might Bump Into
Surreal Adravendi |
Surreal padded along the old border, eyes alert, ears turning and listening, her nose to the wind. Ever moving, ever active. If she sat still for any long period of time, she could feel her body pulsing; one point in particular, and it was driving her up the wall. She found it easier to avoid Falk than to be around him, and by now, it wasn’t even because of the whole thing about Amalia and he possibly creating a litter together. She had made the decision not to have another litter, but she wasn’t sure she could keep to that decision if she was within touching distance of her mate. She had been sure to assure him that this time it wasn’t because she was pissed at him. She still slept mostly in Alsander’s old den, on nights when the urges got too vicious. On the nights she did sleep in the alcove of Erani’s old den with the rest of her family, she put her younger two between herself and Falk as a buffer. Touches from her children didn’t set her on fire, and smelling Falk only affected her enough to make her dreams very… saucy.
Soaking in the streams had issued some relief. Sometimes the only relief to be found. She was determined to patrol, however, and ensure that Liar Walker and Sin Armada’s scents weren’t anywhere they shouldn’t, in her mind, be. So far, no more fresh spores. That was perfectly fine with her. As she came to the point where the stream flowed over the border, she wasted no time in sliding into the water until it covered all but her head. The pulsing eased slightly as the jolt of the cool water reached her skin through her fur. She ducked under the water briefly, shaking her head to sling water from her ears before forging to the other side of the stream and continuing along the border, feeling a bit better. She supposed she ought to explore further, find likely wolves to fill in the numbers of Celestial once she started it. Out of those she had, Tornach and Regulus were the strongest. Zuriel came in at a third. Surreal had made sure her healer daughter knew plenty of defensive and offensive fight to protect herself until Surreal or Regulus could get there. Falk was the most at risk in the family, and Baine was still at the phase where everyone was a friend.
They needed more strong wolves who could help defend, feed, and guard the pack, or hell, even now. She paused at a deer spore, lowering her head to take a long sniff. Hm. This deer smelled as though it were recently injured. And as she followed the track a little further, she found a few drops of blood. She’d have to keep note of this. Their last kill was nearly depleted. She and Regulus would have to bring down another soon.
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He'd finally managed to get all the sand out of his pelt. No longer was he finding tiny granules lodged in places he'd long since cleaned. It was helpful now that he was out of the desert. He'd been there for who knows how long, he'd lost track, and when he finally saw the hint of green on the horizon he was beyond overjoyed. He definitely hadn't been lacking energy by the time he'd reached the edge of the Vericona plains. He briefly remembered that an old pack had resided here, Valhalla (or so he thought), but to his surprise no trace of it remained on the wind. Its borders seemed scentless save for the stench of loners, but they were of no concern to him. It was obvious some wolves hung around this area due to the fresher scents, but he'd avoid those. No use stepping on another wolf's toes when there was plenty of space. It hadn't taken him long to sniff out the fresh scent of water. For once, since his desert trek, it wasn't a false river either. No evaporated puddle or dried up stream. No for once it was actual water he could swim in! It didn't take him long, a running leap, and he was in the water floundering around like a pup's first swim. A look of glee remained plastered on his face as he dove his head under the water fulling submerging himself before coming up again. After he felt clean, and fully hydrated, he exited the water and shook himself until he wasn't dripping wet. Much like Crusade, he looked like a walking poof-ball as his fur dried, but to his knowledge there was no one around so he felt safe. That was until he caught the scent of a female. He pushed his nose to the ground picking up the scent of a strangely familiar scent that triggered in his brain, but whomever it was he couldn't quite bring them to mind. She was also in heat, that much was quite noticeable, but he tried to ignore it chastising himself for being so... well male. Instead he tried to focus on the why the scent seemed so familiar. There was something off about it, perhaps because she smelled like loner, but it still felt like someone he should know so he decided to follow it. He traveled at a quick trot hoping to overtake the female with a bit of speed. He was keen on finding out who it was. She seemed to be following a border, which was odd since there wasn't a pack here, but nonetheless he followed her. It wasn't long before the scent of an injured deer filtered through his scent glands as well. Was she hunting? She didn't seem to be hiding herself so that seemed out of the question. He pressed forward with his ears pricked forward and nose to the ground as he followed her scent. It wasn't long before a gray form caught his attention and he let out a soft woof to let her know he was there. At least he'd found his target! Now to find out if he knew her or not. Walk, "Talk" Think |
Surreal Adravendi |
She’d tracked the deer a ways, just to ensure that it was still in the area. Perhaps she’d gather Regulus tonight and… The heavy tread of paws a ways behind her brought her attention to the present with a bump. As she turned, whomever it was gave a woof of greeting. The voice wasn’t familiar in the slightest. But the face. He was familiar. Mismatched gold and blue gaze ran over the heavily furred male, tracing the tear like black streaks beneath his eyes, which shone a blue-ish green. It took only a moment to click. She hadn’t seen him since he was a growing pup. “C-Creed?” Her uniquely accented voice was damnably hesitant. The shock of looking into an old friend’s face was just enough to knock her off balance, as it were.
She took a couple steps toward the male, head cocked, almost warily. If he’d been fluffy the last time she’d seen him, it was nothing to how fluffy he was now. He must be roasting in that fur coat of his. Her eyes dropped to his paws. Even his paws were fluffy. “Gods, it really is you.” There was a bit of wonder in her tone, but her tail was beginning to wave behind her. Then it hit her that she wasn’t catching his scent on the breeze; she was upwind of him. Directly upwind. She shifted a bit to one side, hoping to spare him any more of having her scent, and the seasonal aroma that came with it in Summer, blasting up his nostrils. But she didn’t stop looking him over, taking in everything of the face she hadn’t seen in literal years. She hadn’t even been a yearling the last time they’d met.
Surprisingly, he didn’t seem any taller than she was, though he could have been hiding a few extra inches under all that fur. Her eyes settled on his face again, a grin finally gracing her features as her tail began beating the air. “Gods, it’s been years, Creed. I haven’t seen you since we were pups! How have you been?” The memories were flooding back to her. He really had been good at playing tussle.
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He seemed to have surprised the lass a bit. Teal eyes watched closely for her reaction as she stopped and turned to look at him. He first searched for any hostile notions or anger, but there was none. He felt his muscles relax a bit as he came to the realization that she wasn't going to be angry about his presence. It seemed his interruption was okay for the time being. A look of surprise worked its way into his eyebrows and eyes. They knitted together as he tried to recall where he'd seen her face before as she called out his name in her own surprised tone. He couldn't help but mimic her cocked head as he tried to remember where exactly he'd met the gray toned fae. It wasn't she stared at his paws that he could remember where exactly he'd met her. A grin slowly pulled at his muzzle and her flashed her his teeth in response to her words. He did remember her, but he hadn't expected her to grow into such a fine woman! "Aye Lass." His fluffy tailed waved eagerly in response to finally recognizing her. "Ah was jest a wee lad when we lest met." He said, the toothy grin remaining. His eyes were quick to drink in all of the changes that had occurred since they'd last met. She was just as tall as himself which wasn't a very big surprise to him. He'd known some larger females as his own mother had been larger than himself. She'd taken on that beautiful lilting form that most females took when they grew older. She had the delicate and slim looks of a female and yet he could detect a hint of ferocity underneath that graceful composure. To put it short? Well she'd grown up, as had he, and he was very pleased to see her. She did him the honor of shifting her position so she was no longer directly up wind of him. It wasn't much help, he could still smell her, but it was better than before. He no longer had the blood tingling scent slamming into his face. “Gods, it’s been years, Creed. I haven’t seen you since we were pups! How have you been?” He pondered the thought. It had been at least 4 to five years since they'd seen each other. He'd lost track of the time so it was only an estimate after all, but years were years and they'd both obviously grown. "Ah've been well, lass. Jest travelin' mos'ly wi' my family efter Isardis took over Glaciem. How abou' ya? Wha' have I missed?" Walk, "Talk" Think |