*Navigation - Soul Sand Cove

True to her word, Jaelle had been trying her very damnest to stick around the pack territory as much as she could. Xephyris said that he would be back soon, but would be in and out as he tried to hunt for Limno. It wasn't for him, but for the girls that she had left behind. Letting out a sigh, the bell-clad woman paced back and forth on top of the frozen snow, her paws not even crunching through the top layer. Her own parents hadn't really been there, but the troupe had become her family. It was the whole group that had raised the gypsy, so she didn't quite understand the missing one parent thing. But missing wolves... well that she knew. It had been nearly a year, no longer... since she had seen any of the other gypsies around here. It made her sad and her heart heavy, but in a way she was thankful. It had broken her out of her more shy like personality, allowing her to grow into her own wolf. She found Xephyris and now this little pack of his because of that. While she wasn't enjoying being stuck here, she wouldn't take back meeting them for the whole world. But his girls, well they would need some special attention. Jaelle hadn't even met them yet, but knew their names from hearing them mentioned in conversations. Memphis and Saffron, lovely names really. Perhaps today would be a good time to check in on them, it gave her something to distract herself with anyways. Turning towards the cliffs, she started to sniff around the dens until she found the one that smelled the most like the silver man. The monochrome woman stepped inside slowly, her bells calling out softly as her nails clicked against the bare rock. Peering around, it took a few seconds for her blue and brown eyes to adjust to the darkness. "Hellllooo?" she called softly, taking a seat near the mouth of the cave. She didn't want to startle the children, so she ran her tail against he ground until it rested at her side. Her bells called out softly as she did so, the metal grating on the rocks. Maybe she could let them play with Goat the stoat, she thought with a smile. In fact, where was the bitter little guy? Mm, perhaps he was hiding again. He seemed a little bitter that he had to stick with her, but really he had no choice. He was trapped here until all the snow melted, and decided that sticking with Jaelle would be best for now. She liked the angry critter, but he didn't seem to overly fond of her. Smiling softly to herself, she was drawn into her own thoughts as she sat and waited. "SPEAK"

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She really hadn't been doing much today. It had been raining so much she didn't want to go outside in the cold - just made her wet and she didn't like it. Though she heard a voice from the front of the den. Saffron was still soundly sleeping in the den - though if not Memphis didn't know where she was. Either way she turned her head to see a lady there. Memphis didn't know who it was squinting to make sure it wasn't Armai for a moment. However the sound of this woman's voice was different and that jingling. There was something strange about those objects. It made her ears flick with the soft sound. Causing her to raise to her paws she stumbled towards the front of the den. Looking up at Armai with a frown. "What's that around your tail? And your neck." that was the things that puzzled her. Memphis was curious she wanted to know very much. As she rose from previously being on her chest she looked up at Jaelle.... woah. So pretty. She could also smell dad and the pack all over her.... mostly her dad so she must have been his friend. "My name's Memphis, who are you?" she moved on her paws a bit curiously. She'd been meeting soooo many wolves. It was like a field trip! "Talk" "You" Think

It didn't take very long for a little bundle to tumble her way towards Jaelle, causing the woman to tip her head down. She smiled sweetly at the child, but she had to admit that it had been quite some time since she was even around pups. What did they even like to do? Blinking slightly, she was pulled out of her thoughts when she asked what was around her neck and tail. The monochrome woman laughed, lifting her scarf to show off the twin bangles on each of her front legs as well. She wasn't nearly as covered as some gypsies in troupe, but she was still pretty proud of what she wore. Dropping her scarf, she straighten out her tail so that the child could inspect the wrapping of chains and bells around the appendage. "I have bells on my legs and my tail, and this is my scarf!" she said, more than happy to show off her bells and bobbles. "I've had them for a long time, I like the pretty sounds that they make. As for who I am, my name is Jaelle. I'm a friend of your fathers, and I am going to help him out when he goes to..." she broke off, her ears flickering on the top of her head slightly. "Go and explore a bit and find some wolves," Was it bad to try to deceive the child? She was aware that her mother was gone but... Humming a bit awkwardly, she eyed the girl and softly shook her head back and forth. She wasn't doing too good at this so far, was she? "So Memphis, you are stuck with me today! What do you want to do?" she asked, rising to her paws and giving herself a shake. "I have a little stoat friend hiding here somewhere, do you want to go and find him?" Jaelle smiled, Goat probably wouldn't be too happy with that, now would he? But too bad! If he tried to nibble on the girl she would tie him up in a tree and let the crows have him. Snickering, she glanced outside and wondered where he would be hiding himself. There weren't many rabbits out this way, which was his favorite snack. The vicious little weasel was a force to be reckoned with, the thought making her nose ache at the memory. "SPEAK"

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Memphis was glad to have her questions answered. As she let her eyes light up, her ears twitched with curiosity towards the sounds that this woman's body emitted. Bells she called them, that was with the strange material along with the scarf. How were those things made? Could Memphis have something like that? Well she wouldn't really want it, the noise would easily give herself away before she could fight. Jumping to her paws, she knew her daddy was a very busy man. Everyone here in the pack was their family as far as she was concerned. Memphis knew where her loyalty laid, to her father and to her sister. To her father it meant the pack - she may have been young but she was loyal. "If I find him will you show me how to fight?" she suddenly chirped. Smiling as her tail wiggled behind her. Bright blue eyes staring at Jaelle. Fighting was just a thing they did right? Well Memphis knew how important it was. That was why she wanted to learn. Memphis would sniff the air carefully. All she could smell was Jaelle and Saffron some way off. There was also the lingering scents of all the wolves of Vyper, since they all had the same smell and she only knew Xephyris, Jaelle, Armai and Saffrons individual scents. "Talk" "You" Think

The offering of a challenge seemed to capture the girls attention. Smiling wide, she thought over the proposition. Goat could be a harsh little critter, but she would dunk him in the freezing ocean if he tried to bite the child. She didn't know too much about fighting, but she knew enough that she would be able to teach her some basics. That's what they all started off with anyways. After a few moments she nodded, accepting the boundaries of their little game. "Alright, if you can find him, I will teach you a bit about fighting. He will be hard to find, and he's pretty grumpy!" she said with a laugh, turning around and trotting out of the den. Once outside she squinted slightly at the brightness of the sun bouncing off the layers of white snow. It took a few moments for her eyes to adjust, but once they did she bounded over to a bolder sticking out of the snow-covered sand. Leaping on top, she turned to face Memphis with a glitter in her gaze. "If you get too lost, we will see if we can get him to give us a hint. Off you go!" Her tail swung behind her, the chime of her bells announcing the start of the game. ooc;; I'm sorry this is so short! I was getting stared at at work so I need to post. >.< "SPEAK"

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The young pup would follow Jaelle out of the den. Her senses suddenly becoming alert. She knew exactly what to do - although she would have to substitute this stoats scent for Jaelle's. That would be the easiest way to find it. Her tail wiggled behind her as Jaelle gave the signal. One thing Memphis was good at was naturally applying herself. Instantly she dropped close to the ground, eyes alert ears pulled forward she tried to practically become one with the cove. The sand under her paws were soft - as she sniffed the ground she concentrated. Jaelle was close by but she could find a faint replica of her scent mixed with that of a small animal. That must have been it, or at least she hoped. Memphis crawled towards the trail, listening for any sources of movement. Along with the scent becoming thicker in her nostrils she kept herself on guard. Just in case she was chased after or otherwise. Natural instincts making her quiet and looking all the more concentrating. She stopped when she thought she had gotten close to the stoat. "Talk" "You" Think

Watching from her place on the rock, she saw exactly where the weasel was hiding. Memphis was doing a pretty good job in tracking him, but she knew that Giet was fast. To catch him, she would have to be cunning to outsmart him. As the girl grew closer, the white tube of fluff stood up from his little nest in the snow and stared at the pup, a little rumbling growl leaving his lips. "Yur sicking whelps on me now?" he spat at Jaelle, turning and fleeing from the encroaching child. "Yup! Now you better run or I am going to have to teach her fighting!" she called, teasing of course. She had every intention to show her some things if she got the stoat or not, it was only fair after all. Letting out a giggle, she curled her tail around her as she watched the chase that was about to take place. While Giet was small and fast, Memphis had the long strides to probably catch up to him. As long as he stayed above ground, she would get him. But that was the catch, wasn't it? Without warning the stoat dove under the snow, quickly burying himself under the white powder. It would look like she would have to dig after him. An amused smile was plastered on her features as she tipped her head towards the snow, motioning for the pup to go after him. "SPEAK"

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