Comments | fgh_rebirth: Evening, the gully.

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Evening, the gully.

Oct 23, 2009 19:02

When Silent opened his eyes, it was darker, the waxing moons rising and crickets chirping; somewhere, a prairie owl called out. He lay there quietly for a while, secure in his mother's hold, listening with ears and mind. Then he yawned and stretched, sliding from Heartstorm's arms to have a drink at the little stream and wash his face, silent as ( Read more... )

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carnivaltoday October 26 2009, 14:09:55 UTC

Gust was still sleeping, and Moth wasn’t going to be the one to wake him, if he had any say in the matter. He’d grumbled enough when Moth had untangled himself from the wolves and his brother and taken his warmth over to the stream, where he crouched down, first to drink a few handfulls of water, and then to dunk his head and chase away the last lingering wishes of sleep ( ... )

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carnivaltoday October 31 2009, 18:26:35 UTC

Moth looked up at Alder as he came up to the stream, his thoughts of fish and food interrupted briefly by his elder's arrival and all the conflict that the older elves and his opinions of them brought. But this was his tribe now. His parents were dead, his aunt was dead, and aside from his brother and his wolf-friend, there was no-one else. He knew he needed to accept them--survival depended on it ( ... )

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multi_facets November 14 2009, 06:52:11 UTC

Heartstorm was up faster than her lifemate, and had been looking over her gear for some time before he decided to open his eyes. The rockshaper sometimes roused slowly; other times, he woke when she did. The spear-woman thought perhaps it had something to do with all the time her lifemate could spend thinking and planning and wondering ( ... )

sweet_kitsune November 20 2009, 03:32:01 UTC

Whistler's ear twitched at Lightstones touch. Her first reaction was to curl up tighter and try to resume her slumber, but he was her elder, and he was telling her to get up, so she did.

She stretched out, long and lean, and mumbled, "Murrrrrrrrr..." before opening her eyes to blink at Lightstone and chirp.

Whistler brushed her leathers off, and ran a comb through her curls. Tucking the comb back into her pack, she stood just as the possibility of food was announced, making her mouth water.

She looked at Lightstone hopefully.

multi_facets December 7 2009, 23:12:10 UTC

"Breakfast, huh?" Lightstone mused, looking at what Silent was eating. "Well, little bird, do you feel up to a hunt? We'll need everyone if we're to fill our stomachs adequately."

sweet_kitsune December 9 2009, 02:15:31 UTC

Whistler grinned widely and nodded. If it meant food, it was definately time for a hunt.

She looked around, hoping others would be joining.

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multi_facets December 11 2009, 02:34:45 UTC

"Wanderlust has said it's on the other side of this gully, not even half a night's run from here," Heartstorm replied, packing her belongings neatly and efficiently. "They're little animals that live in tunnels, but there are many of them."

"Hear that, little bird?" Lightstone said to Whistler, also packing up. "We'll soon be merrily munching away."

Silent licked his fingers, then washed his hands in the little stream and got his things as well. Wanderlust danced about, glad to be returning to the field. Sure, she was full, but hey, a few extra prairie dogs never killed a wolf.

**Diggers good?** Hardhead asked of his packmate.

**Good, good,** the omega affirmed. **Small fat tasty.**

Hardhead's tail wagged and his ears went up happily.

multi_facets December 14 2009, 23:26:34 UTC

Packed up and ready to go, the tribe and pack climbed out of the gully and set out vaguely northeast, Hardhead sharing directions with the other wolves.

The shrubbery soon opened up into a field, and the scent of small animals soon reached everyone; soon after, they could see the diggers had taken over a large area. Wanderlust almost bounced in place, so pleased to have been of use.

**There are so many!** Lightstone sent openly, quite pleased.

**Too many,** Heartstorm openly sent as well. **If we all charge pell-mell down there, we'll scare the whole lot off. We need to block off some openings and then have the wolves drive a bunch of the animals to the surface. We'll all have to be fast and sure with our hands.**

sweet_kitsune December 17 2009, 00:24:35 UTC

Whistler stood by, ready to help. A bird huntress by nature, she was also knowledgeable about hunting ravvits and sometimes mice. These diggers couldn't be much different...they seemed to have the same habits, at least.

Nipper shifted nervously under her, and she stroked the young females ruff to calm her down. no need to frightn the prey before it had to be hunted, right?