anywhere i would've followed you
02-03-2014, 12:37 PM
It had been too long since Ara had seen her father. His weariness concerned her, but she knew he was growing old. He needed much time to rest. Once, he had hunted exclusively for their family, but now she found herself growing accustomed to bringing small game back for her parents to share, as they were often not feeling strong enough to go. It seemed her father especially liked to hide his ailments, but the young girl -- while still quite naive, in many aspects -- could not be fooled in this regard.
He seemed to like the lavender plants she brought him, which he would gnaw on until he fell asleep. Often she would wait until he was deepest into sleep, making sure he was not riddled with nightmares or sickness, always vigilant in regards to her parents. She loved them -- and they had cared for her. She could only do the same in return.
And tonight was no different. The sun had begun to set already, casting brilliant colors all over the range. Oranges and pinks and purples, much like the flowers she collected so regularly. Even now, she held a bundle of fresh lavender, picked from the nearby supply that Loccian had shown her. She would be scarce with the herbs, knowing she could not take all of the plant for herself. Others might want to use it.
Quietly she would make her way to her parents' den, peeking in and letting a gentle bark escape her throat, alerting them of her presence. "Dad?" she would question, eyes shining in the darkness as she searched for him.
02-03-2014, 01:36 PM
Not only was he here, but he was awake! She disregarded the fact that he was a light sleeper, and it was likely that she had caused him to awaken, simply happy to spend a moment with him. The girl would duck into the dim light of her parents' den, finding it alarmingly small -- compared to how large it had seemed when she was hardly more than a newborn. Though she was still not quite a yearling, she was beginning to fill in her frame quite nicely, nearly as tall as her father now, but much less bulky.
She would settle down beside him, glad for his company, infinitely thankful that he was still alive and healthy and that she could spend another day with him. As she grew older, she was beginning to realize just how much older than most wolves in the pack were -- considerably older than most of them. "How are you doing, Dad?" she would ask, finally setting her small bundle of herbs before her, but not before sliding down to her belly. She would nudge the plants over to him, knowing he would use them sometime soon, if not tonight. They were useful, and seemed to have no ill effects on him, and so she would continue to supply them to him so long as he wished. "I explored the Gulley today," she told him suddenly, a grin breaking across her delicate features. "It is so wonderful! You should visit with me sometime."