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| Subject: Sprockets? Don't you mean llamas? | |
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Author: Sarquint and Piper |
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Date Posted: 08:29:07 06/30/02 Sun OOC: Btw, for all y'all (there, look, Dani!) complaining about serious conversatoin (=P!) it's almost entirely telepathic, so really, Sar and Windy are just kinda watchin' the pups. (And they're not elder wolves, nyah, especially not Windchaser, at least... ^^;) */rant* =D IC: Sarquint shakes his head at WindChaser's question, also shaking away his own thoughts. "No, nothing's wrong," he assures her. ~You're right, though, there may not be more for a long time. So we'll have to live with what is here now. And it is not so bad, if we pool our resources...~ Sarquint pauses, then says, "But we needn't think about all this right now. As long as we are simply aware of the threat, it does no good to fret and worry about it. We should be much better off, for now, I think, just living. Like I said, the closer we are, and the better we can work together, the better off we'll be." Watching the pups bound off towards the creak, Sarquint continues, "I know a little about the OldWays. Meaning to say, I know of them. And of the curse. But just a basic knowledge; they faded out long before I ever left the DeathMakers." Sarquint's glad to see Nervelli follow after the pups. It should be good for them, to have a whole pack raise them, as was supposed to be. He feared he had worn little Lunaia out, traveling with her so far. And perhaps both these pups, without siblings, could grow and learn together. "But Windy," Sarquint says with a very small, forced smile, "perhaps you should greet your father?" "Ooh!" Piper squeals as they bound over towards the creek and pool. "I 'adn't thoughta da muudddd!!! An' I betcha dere's lotsa fishies! Mebbe we can catchun an' bring it back fer da big wulves!" The little black-caped wolf stumbles to a stop when they reach the pond. Her green eyes widen at the sight of a series of little mini-waterfalls as the brooke tumbles into the clear little pool. "Ooohh... s'pretty," she whispers in awe of this world she's still so new to. She looks up as Nervelli comes after them, wagging her little tail. "'Re you gonna play wif us?" she asks, sounding as adorable as possible in hopes of getting a 'yes'. Hey, the more the merrier! "we'z gonna get fishes," she growls, the serious little hunter now, "for da pack." Piper prowls over to the edge of the pool, her emerald eyes narrowed as she gazes into the water. She jumps up with glee as she spots a bright orange-flecked-with-black fish, with a beatiful fanning tail. She watches it intently, but with wonder, not hunger. It's so pretty... maybe it'll be their friend... oh! but then they can't eat it. She looks back to Lunaia and Nervelli and states very matter-of-factly, "No, I dun think we can eat dese'uns. Dere my friends." [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] |