Talk the talk
Her ears were erect and her body relaxed unless she was preparing to jump again. Her tail washed lightly with her self made game of jumping and running. She still didn't quite feel she needed to be with the other pups for entertainment, but she had watched them from afar. Every tussle they had she had watched since she got here. It was all a good learning experience for her. Her eyes were bright today with her joy. Her bony bounded forward only to leap up once more. Her ears barely emerged out of the grass and she was earthbound once more. A bubble of laughter rose as she hit the ground. This long grass was perfect for this game, the only thing that could make it better was someone to hunt her, in play of course. But she was also doing it to wait, she knew sooner or later she might catch someone walking the line they were always walking around here.
Faite as Jewell's guardian is allowed in any and all her threads regardless of the tag. She may enter as she see's fit.
All of Jewell's French will have a span title over it, hover for translations.
He had no destination in mind, only the forward moving motion of his paws to lead him anywhere. His ears perked forward, silvery-gray eyes scanning the terra. He had took notice of the borders of a pack nearby, but was content to keep walking by them rather than stopping to howl for the leader. He wasn’t the sort to favor packs… their mindless loyalty. Still… Félicien glanced in the direction of the pack. He had to admit he was a bit curious as to the individuals that lived there. Perhaps they’d be interested in a mercenary for hire?
He slowed, tail giving a thoughtful swish. For once the man had his guard down… especially if it was down enough to let a young pup go by unnoticed.
Well that definitely wasn't one of the usuals walking the line. She dropped and scooted to the edge of the tall grass. Her nose poked out and she watched for what felt like forever. Her eyes were on him and as he moved she paralleled him. Was he supposed to be here? She didn't know. She tried to stay as hidden as possible though still watch him. Her game might have to wait for now. Her voice came with her accent and French flawlessly. "Bonjour Monsieur! Vous n'êtes pas un cauchemar, n'est-ce pas?" she tried to keep back in the grass then. Hopefully he didn't catch sight of her. If he was a nightmare she knew to run and hide at least. Her ears pressed forward and she wasn't letting him out of her sight. If he didn't understand though it was probably best that someone who knew English found him. She just wasn't sure how to get the attention of someone. She did know that when Faite had howled everyone came, so she couldn't do that. Barking might not be loud enough either but it was the only other thing she had. Though she was willing to wait for now until he made it clear if he understood or not. Walk, "Talk" Think |
Faite as Jewell's guardian is allowed in any and all her threads regardless of the tag. She may enter as she see's fit.
All of Jewell's French will have a span title over it, hover for translations.
{{“A nightmare? No, little one… Not a nightmare you need to fear anyway.”}}
{{“Will you come out? I’m not going to hurt you. On my honor as a warrior.”}}
Ooc:: Too lazy to actually use the translation code. xD
There always seemed to be a lot of things on her mind lately which was starting to feel like a normal thing. Her mind hadn't calmed down since her pregnancy and it'd only escalated from there. Children, the death of her mother, Regulus coming home, her own pack, not knowing what had happened to Ritsy, and now Jewell, a pup who she couldn't even properly speak to. It'd been one thing after another so of course her mind was always occupied. At the present moment her main concern was for the pup who didn't seem to have any family - she'd taken her in like one of her own for now. She imagined that if anyone would claim the pup as theirs they would have done so by now and she couldn't remember any brilliantly marked wolves around except for Liar's mate at the challenge and Jewell certainly hadn't smelled like that woman. The fact that the young wolf couldn't speak english worried her. It meant Faite would have to keep an eye on her more-so than her other children simply because she wouldn't understand the rules. Her main concern was for the fact no wolves under the age of one were allowed to leave pack lands unaccompanied. All it would take was Jewell crossing over the territory line and she'd be at the mercy of any loner who happened to walk by. At least within the borders she had a reasonable chance of not being bothered. After all, who would want to take on an entire pack? She trailed after the young pup from a distance and followed her scent easily enough. She didn't want to impose on her privacy, if that's what she desired, but she wasn't about to let her go unsupervised either. It probably seemed a bit stalker-ish but Faite merely wanted to look out for Jewell's best interests. So she was content to be a stalker and as it turned out she was glad she did. The scent of a loner accompanied by the rainbow pup's scent wafted towards her on a breeze and Faite's pace quickened. She reached the pair, Jewell hiding somewhere out of sight in the grass, and the male outside of the territory in plain view. She approached with her tail high and yet she let her demeanor remain calm. There was no point in assuming the worst quite yet - she'd be friendly for now. "Greetings. What brings you to Lirim's borders?" Walk, "Talk" Think |