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Post by Deleted on Feb 16, 2019 16:24:36 GMT -8
Though she regretted not being able to stay with Valencia and get to the fluffy she-wolf better, Griz mused that there would always be more time to socialize with everyone. For instance, she wanted to converse more with Celeste, get to know her fellow elder and perhaps stick around with her as they traversed the lands. "If your grandfather was truly that strong, I believe that the name suits you well. You appear to be just as strong, if not stronger," Stormfrost's voice snapped her out of her thoughts. Returning her focus to the pair of younglings, the elder offered a sympathetic glance to Stormfrost. The inky female seemed to be struggling with the talk of older relatives. Her story was sad for having lived for such a short time, but Grizelda knew the pain of losing her loved ones. Her mother and father had died many years ago in the war between her birth pack and their rivals. It was a painful time, but time healed her wounds well. It all got better in the end. Her attention turned back to Moose as he began to speak, "I'm just passing through as well, I was on the hunt for some food until I found this group. I think I'm going to get back to it, feel free to tag along, with more of us we can bring down something bigger than the game here." It was a pity that the fluff ball was leaving so soon, but they were a mere clump of rogues. There we no pack bonds holding them to one another, merely the strings of conversation that could easily be broken by something as simple as a grumbly tummy. Stepping towards departing trio, she offered them a smile and a dip of her head. They were young, they'd be able to hunt any large game and provide for themselves. The elder wasn't worried for them at all, only encouraging of their future endeavours and wherever they may end up. Almost instantly there was a small input of agreement from Mira, the charcoal she-wolf trailing after Moose. However, Stormfrost seemed much more frantic about their sudden departure. Her bark was full of desperation to go with them, to join in the hunt. Perhaps she hadn't eaten in a while? Anything was possible when surrounded by strangers. Either way, Grizelda hung back from the departing yearlings. She had only just reached the peak of the Rocklands, she wasn't about to put any more energy into following the young wolves. Perhaps time would bring them together once more, but she knew that they wanted to leave and that they shouldn't be patient for her. Besides, she still had Celeste who hadn't voiced her opinion on the whole scenario yet. The wonky spiralled shoulder of the elder rolled stiffly as she made her way over to the cocoa she-wolf. "I don't know about you, but I'm a bit too tired yet to head off with them. You?" her paced speech directed itself towards her fellow granny. Griz hoped that she could still have some company with her as all the younger wolves seemed to depart, but whatever Celeste chose she would respect it. Hunter Moose Apprentice Valencia Hunter Edon Mira @celeste @stormfrost OOC: For all that don't know, Moose, Edon, and Valencia have talked to the staff and their plot is to have joined Sorelus during the pack's timeskip as they moved territories. |
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Post by Apprentice Valencia on Feb 18, 2019 1:51:54 GMT -8
The more Valencia thought about it, the less she wanted to hang around this band of rogues. It wasn't because they were bad company or anything, she simply found herself becoming complacent about several different things. For starters, it was cold. Sure, she had the thick coat of fur that made her look like a puff-ball, but the higher altitude of the rocklands came with a higher windspeed that didn't seem to take kindly to any wolf no matter the density of their pelt. Secondly, she was keen to make her start towards the pack lands. Valencia wasn't exactly sure which pack she would head to first, perhaps she would take an incredibly unorthodox route and simply stop at whatever boarders she came across first. Whatever method she chose to take, hanging around here wasting her time talking to strangers wasn't helping her cause. Thirdly, she was starting to get hungry. After spending a couple of days trekking up through the rocklands to find a vantage point, she hadn't been able to catch herself any kind of meal. Mostly because there weren't any critters dumb enough to hang around the area during the colder seasons, and partially because the small she-wolf wasn't the greatest hunter. Valencia huffed as she ran all these thoughts through her head, quickly snapping her attention back to Moose as he answered her previous question. "I'm just passing through as well, I was on the hunt for some food until I found this group." Yep. She definitely was getting hungry. Moose's mere mention of food caused the corners of her stomach to pinch at her with their growing pains. "I think I'm going to get back to it, feel free to tag along, with more of us we can bring down something bigger than the game here." Valencia grinned as the large male managed to solve two of her problems with one sentence. He was inviting her to part ways with the group, and he was suggesting a hunt. Score. Valencia nodded enthusiastically before she replied. "I'd love to tag along. I'm not sure I'll be of much help with the hunt, but I'll try and pitch in if I can!" She offered with a smile, bringing her frosted rump off the ground as her tail began swaying frantically at the thought of finally getting something to eat. Perhaps Moose could even teach her a thing or two about hunting? She had never really been a big fan of the task, her smaller and muscle-less body never really being the kind of build that one would associate with a lithe and agile hunter, but she always tried her best, and she would help in any way that she could as she followed Moose down the rocky slopes and towards the bountiful plains that lay at the rockland's feet.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 20, 2019 23:26:48 GMT -8
Celeste listened to Mira’s answer but before she could respond Moose mad his inquiry. Mira had sprung up with such glee, and sprang at the opportunity to join.
Celeste watched as the younger wolves set out for a hunt. Oh to be so young and sure footed! She thought. Her body still ached from the journey up this mountain and she wasn't hungry enough to set about running after anything just yet. She turned back to Griz, giving a smile as she spoke. “Yes, I quite agree. I don’t have the energy to bounce about after the hike up her. I would rather take my time getting down this mountain, to make sure I ended up in one piece at bottom. Would you care to join me? I would be nice to have some one to travel with.”
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Post by Deleted on Mar 2, 2019 8:36:19 GMT -8
StormFrost gave a sad whimper as the wolves departed, wondering why nobody stayed with her. She padded down the slope, head hanging low as she made her way to the den she had spent her first couple of nights in. Her own scent was quite stale, but it was freshened as she went in. She pawed at the nest she had made, then turned and padded back outside. Bird. That would be good. A brown bird was pecking at the ground a few meters away, and she crouched down, putting her body into the hunter's position that her father had taught her. With a few quick bounds and a strong leap, her jaws snapped shut, but the bird was just out of reach. Still can't catch birds properly... She circled around, then lied down to rest. Her belly wasn't quite satisfied by the mouse she had eaten a while before, but she knew it was time to rest and regain her energy. She desperately wished to join a pack, but it seemed like none would have her. If only my father were here... he would know what to do...
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Post by Deleted on Mar 13, 2019 18:31:33 GMT -8
Vaas.
If I'm still alive then Hell must be full.
| Jaded eyes went ablaze with joy as evanescent memories generated from the rolling greens of the rocklands, and though it fleeted like a breath, she reveled in the memory of her sister learning to walk here. Vaas drilled her, and she felt immense guilt every time Oett would pivot too many degrees and topple down the hills, scratched and bruised, though she always got right back up and tried again. Seeing those pups, even as her heart ached and beat a thousand times a minute upon sight of them, she felt her sister's strength. They survived just as she did. Her death was out of her control. Vaas knew that now. She had a lot to thank those pups for⏤a lot to hate them for, too. But as she felt the nostalgic breeze from the coastline kiss her skin, she felt Oett's spirit, and in that moment, there was no room in her heart for anything but love. Hate towards herself, her sister, those pups, her life; it was gone, for the first time in her life.
The feeling of nothing was normally associated with loneliness; suffocating, blanketing everything, even the good, in pain. It was dark and vastly empty, yet no room for light or feeling. And though nothing was, by nature, nothing, it burdened with unbearable weight, asphyxiating. But the nothing Vaas experienced as she lowered her body to the ground, feeling the grass under her stomach and the wind through her fur, feeling her sister though the memories were gone, she felt free; weightless; illuminated; alive. This was the nothing the old longed to find at their journey's end. But Vaas's was far from over.
She thought clearly now, without the fog of hate clouding her good judgement: she was responsible for the survival of those pups, and they were responsible for her awakening. All her life, she longed for death believing it would never find her, leaving her to suffer in this grey world for eternity, but now she feared that it would catch her too soon; before she could make amends with those pups, with her sister. Finally, she felt like she was running out of time. It was a terrifying experience as much as it was freeing. It was normal, a foreign sensation to the old traveler.
Three young figures dotted across the valley below, leaving two older ones behind. The image itself was endearing and saddening. When the young leave the old is when the old truly become old, but it's also when the old become of themselves. Being alone was the best way to fully understand oneself. But there was nothing to suggest that the young ones belonged to the old. In fact, their scents were quite varied. Vaas waited atop the hill there until the travelers were out of site, and curiosity beckoned her downwards towards the remaining group of rogues. She was taken aback by herself; she'd never been one to approach others, but she was feeling good today. Good.
Once she was within the vicinity, as proud of herself for being a proactive member of society, she couldn't bring herself to say a word or make herself known in the slightest. She lurked somewhere in the beyond, surely like a stalker, a predator, a nuisance. She growled as frustration surfaced. Make a move. Do something. Stop being weird. How to individuals interact? How does one initiate a nonthreatening greeting? Thoughts scrambled in her head, fought one another, and no conclusion was drawn. Though she found that, throughout her incessant meditation, she had significantly closed the distance between herself and the group. She made brief eye contact with one of them and, hence, began to panic.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 13, 2019 23:15:55 GMT -8
Celeste was surprised to see another older wolf join the fray. Celeste was quick to offer a warm greetings to the new wolf, looking past her awkward demeanor. If she had been alone the new wolves actions may have made her uneasy, but with others around she felt no danger. So set about chatting with a carefree approach. "Well look here, another wise wolf joins the group. What stars aligned to bring us all together? It's been years since I spotted another old wolf traveler, and now all three of us meet up on this rocky landscape." Celeste offers a friendly look as she patters on. "I'm Celeste. This is Griz and Stormfrost. And may you be? If you don't mind me asking."
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Post by Deleted on Mar 14, 2019 9:55:50 GMT -8
The new she-wolf's eyes clearly revealed panic, and StormFrost understood that she may not be used to social situations. She padded up to the she-wolf, reading her body language. StormFrost nearly flinched away but remained still, shocked by the pain and fury that radiated from the large female. She had likely lost someone she cared for, as the pain seemed more emotional than physical. The scars that littered her body made the battle scar on StormFrost's shoulder seem like nothing more than a wee scratch. She turned to face the wolf, keeping her body relaxed and her stance unthreatening, knowing that this she-wolf likely had a violent past. "It's okay. No one will hurt you here, and this is a fairly judgement-free place. Everyone here has a story." She cocked her head, looking at the older female with warmth in her golden gaze. As a young wolf, StormFrost was curious, but she was also respectful.
She then nodded toward Griz and Celeste. "Not sure if you noticed, but at a little over two years I'm the youngest here. So, if you don't mind my asking... what's your story?" Please tell me, she thought to herself. I've lost loved ones, too.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 26, 2019 0:38:46 GMT -8
As the rest of the younger wolves departed, Celeste replied to her inquiry, “Yes, I quite agree. I don’t have the energy to bounce about after the hike up her. I would rather take my time getting down this mountain, to make sure I ended up in one piece at the bottom. Would you care to join me? I would be nice to have someone to travel with.” With a smile gracing her aged muzzle, Griz was about to move to follow her when another figure caught her eyes. Blood orange and gold locked and Griz's smile grew only wider.
"Well look here, another wise wolf joins the group. What stars aligned to bring us all together? It's been years since I spotted another old wolf traveller, and now all three of us meet up on this rocky landscape. I'm Celeste. This is Griz and Stormfrost. And may you be? If you don't mind me asking." Griz couldn't have voiced it any better if she tried. That was the beauty of old age, everything mingled in the end into one coherent language of the elders.
Just then, Stormfrost remerged from her den, the youngest of the (now) four having taken a small recess from socializing after the younger group left. Griz was just as curious as the youngest about this new stranger's story, but good things came to those who waited. "If you don't want to say right now, that's fine too. Could we at least know your name?" the eldest spoke, her tone perpetually slow and calming. If the stranger still remained a good distance away, Grizelda would motion her head slightly, inviting her fellow elder over.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 26, 2019 13:31:01 GMT -8
Vaas.
If I'm still alive then Hell must be full.
| The old traveler's bleak landscape of indifference was at odds with her subdued desire to make acquaintance with the gentle rogues, two of whom were her same age, but far more experienced in the mechanisms of communication. Vaas already knew each of their names before she had said a word, and the consequence was that she felt obligated to share her own, though she was unfamiliar with the casualty of revealing her identity. In fact, she found it quite inappropriate of the elder to share the identities of her colleagues, yet, they didn't seem to mind.
She was wrapping her head around the conversation when a smaller, weaker voice sounded in her ears. "It's okay. No one will hurt you here." Vaas scoffed and averted her gaze. Hurt me? A couple of jolly old ladies? They can sure try. Vaas held back a crude cackle, but could no longer contain it when Stormfrost chirped, "this is a fairly judgement-free place." Now, Vaas felt at home.
"Oh, good. For a second there I was utterly scared for my life," she chimed sarcastically. She couldn't help but be a little charmed by Stormfrost. She was horribly innocent, and certainly didn't deserve to be exposed in the rogue lands but to learn the true cruelty of nature. Vaas supposed, if the trio made it, so could a healthy young girl. Withought a thought, a small, enamored smile was breaking the surface of her maw, but it disappeared quickly.
Her story? Well, that would take days, and she didn't have such time to sit around entertaining a child. "No story to tell. Just an old wanderer," she mused. If only life were that simple. Then, an excruciatingly slow, distant voice peaked from behind the young rogue. Torture.
"Vaas," she responded as soon and as quickly as she possible could. A few moments of silence passed over the rogues. Though uncomfortable to most, Vaas reveled in silence. But, she had no reason to be impolite to the traveling trio.
"I'm..." she breathed, as if never having thought about it before in such light. Her eyes wandered to the falling sun. "...not sure where I'm going⏤suppose I'm waiting for the end of the line." Her gaze passed over the rogues once more, not sure which wolf to fix on. The silence was proof of a dampened mood. Was death not common language around here? "I don't know what I'm supposed to do until then."
Perhaps she was looking for an answer in the travelers; in Stormfrost's hopeful youth, in Grizelda's and Celeste's experience, in herself, here, talking to strangers for the first time in her life as if she expected anything from them. Silly.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 27, 2019 9:41:08 GMT -8
As Vaas spoke Celeste adjusted herself to face her head on. While Vaas's words and tone alone were not out of line, the way she paired them with her actions rose a bit of unease in the aged female. She kept a warm expression, not one to jump to conclusions. She was open to the idea that Vaas simply had an unique personality, but many years of experience made Celeste cautious on new things.
Celeste smiled a touch when she replied about her story. She interjected lightly “A life time is a bit long for a quick story.” She didn’t feel Stormfrost's questions had been impolite, as a wolf with 2 or 4 years might be able to easily summarize their past. Yet wolves at the end of their time, had so much to speak of. She was understanding of having a lifetime of memories, but no quick story to define them.
In her many days Celeste had been completely alone, and at another time had more family and friends then she could count. She had seen packs rise and fall. Lands in abundance and places of drought and famine. She had been an Alpha and an omega. Outcast and dear friend. So much had shaped her days that she wouldn’t know where to start, or what to include and what to leave out.
Vaas's last words were a striking tone and Celeste took them to be a show of character for the female. Celeste wasn’t as bright and hopeful as many of the young wolves roaming the land. They had many years to find the path life had for them. While those wolves at this age knew the next day wasn’t promised. The end was near and every aching joint and muscle spoke of such things to the old. But Celeste wouldn’t let such things bring her down. She had a good life, and planned to live out the rest as best as she could, despite the hurdles life threw at her.
Celeste rested back again, settling in with more comfort. “Well that’s a question only you can answer, but I don’t fault you for not knowing. I have found myself at such a point many times.” She offered her own life experience. What she gained from the word or not, would be up to Vass. “while I think youth offers us the energy to force our plan upon the land and fight away the hurdles of life, I don’t find the same vigor in old age. I think the pain that lingers in aging steps might just make it easier to follow the path the universe let’s us take. We finally get to see where all of our actions and life long battle has put us. And I find that to be a fitting way to spend my last few days. Just today life led me to meet some kind fellow wolves, and I plan to travel with then for a while to see what else awaits us ahead. You are more then welcome to join in, Or find you own path. But whatever you do, I hope it brings you satisfaction.” Celeste ended on a light note. While it might have been more a customary to wish someone happiness, the experienced female knew such things weren’t always possible. She certainly couldn’t find joy in life after loosing all those she once cared about, but she could still make peace with all that had befallen her. Sometimes the best one can do is fine satisfaction with how life has turned out.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 3, 2019 3:36:15 GMT -8
StormFrost listened to Vaas's sharp and sarcastic tones. She let out a low growl, her hackles rising defensively. She felt... threatened, somehow. She lifted her head. "Well, excuse me for trying to make you feel welcome. We don't get many visitors." StormFrost hated speaking in such a harsh tone, but the old wolf had clearly assumed that she was weak. StormFrost stood at her full height, muscular shoulders rippling as she did so. Her long claws scraped the ground as she let out another low growl. "I'm no pup, Vaas. I'm the daughter of an Alpha. I'm sorry you have suffered so much, but we all have our own losses as well." StormFrost's golden eyes blazed as she bared her teeth and padded away to her den. What a character. Did I really do anything wrong? Is it because of my youth?
Her mind raced as the image of a past battle tormented her mind. The sight of her father, thrown in front of her by that damn bear, nearly made her snarl. Her father's blood ran like a river over her paws as StormFrost, quite young at the time, howled in anguish at his death.
They still think I'm so innocent, but I, too, have seen death...
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Post by Deleted on Apr 3, 2019 12:25:32 GMT -8
Grizelda was beginning to see that this third older female still had some spirit left in her. Her response to Storm Frost was with an acceptable level of obvious sarcasm, "Oh, good. For a second there I was utterly scared for my life." Griz knew full well that the only wolf that could actually cause any harm was Stormfrost, but it seemed that her promise of peace was short lived after the older stranger finished her dialogue, "No story to tell. Just an old wanderer. Vaas. I'm... not sure where I'm going⏤suppose I'm waiting for the end of the line. I don't know what I'm supposed to do until then."
All of those answers seemed acceptable, especially considering the fact that coldness towards strangers was a trait she had encountered many times. As Celeste began speaking, an unwarranted growl erupted from her side. Glimmering golden eyes slid over to Stormfrost's aggressive frame, her invisible eyebrows furrowing as she listened to her, "Well, excuse me for trying to make you feel welcome. We don't get many visitors. I'm no pup, Vaas. I'm the daughter of an Alpha. I'm sorry you have suffered so much, but we all have our own losses as well." Now, there wasn't much that could even mildly annoy the ancient female, but such behaviour without any trace of apology as the younger she-wolf marched back to her den was something that could. "Excuse me," she spoke after Celeste's eloquent monologue ended, a small smile breaking through her silvering muzzle as she turned to slowly amble towards the crevasse Stormfrost decided to reside in.
The prickling ebony form she sought to talk to was found inside as expected. Standing outside her den, for once her tone picked up a trace of something that wasn't elderly content. Laced with a motherly edge, Griz softly and slowly spoke to the she-wolf inside the den, "Stormfrost, we all have our moments of anger, but there are appropriate times for everything. Vaas is as much a stranger as you or Celeste or I were only a short time ago, and there is no need to get twisted over jestful sarcasm." Griz paused her speech for a few seconds, allowing ageing lungs to capture some oxygen from the high altitude winter air. It seemed odd that Stormfrost had mentioned 'visitors.' Did she consider the pair, now trio, of elderly she-wolves her new family? Perhaps that was what she needed. Griz would be happy to provide that guiding role for Stormfrost, but first the one thing that had placed the docile elder on edge slightly had to be addressed.
"But before you come back down and join us, I think you should first calm down. Not much upsets me, but trying to guilt trip Vaas into taking responsibility for your response doesn't sit well with me. Please stay here as long as you need so that you can collect yourself," her tones softened as she spoke the last sentence, her gaze lingering on the opening of the den whether or not Stormfrost would emerge at that moment. With her advice finished, she began her meticulous journey back to the other elders. Her hip was beginning to ache as she moved it, but it wasn't anything that Griz hadn't dealt with before.
Recalling the end of Celeste's speech, Griz returned to complete the group of three old ladies. "Please do feel free to join us. We haven't made any plans to move anywhere, but if you know of somewhere a little more... pleasant, then I'm sure we could investigate the possibility of moving," Griz knew from the last time she spoke that her slow tones weren't in the youngest elder's best interests, but patience was a virtue and Patty wasn't concerned with the speed at which she spoke. As long as her words were received, that was all that mattered.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 4, 2019 3:49:55 GMT -8
StormFrost had curled up in her den, anger radiating off of her. She wasn't used to being spoken to with sarcastic tones, and she had definitely overreacted. She felt bad, of course, but the stubbornness caused by her youth didn't allow her to have the heart to apologize immediately. The sound of a twig snapping made the young she-wolf jump up, head lowered as her lips pulled back into a snarl.
It was Griz.
StormFrost relaxed, knowing full well that the elder had brought nothing but wise words and advice. When the old wolf spoke in her raspy voice, warmth flooded through StormFrost's veins. Her tone was so motherly that it brought a flashing image of a certain wolf to her mind. "Stormfrost, we all have our moments of anger, but there are appropriate times for everything. Vaas is as much a stranger as you or Celeste or I were only a short time ago, and there is no need to get twisted over jestful sarcasm." StormFrost lowered her golden eyes. The old she-wolf paused for a moment, regaining her breath. "But before you come back down and join us, I think you should first calm down. Not much upsets me, but trying to guilt trip Vaas into taking responsibility for your response doesn't sit well with me. Please stay here as long as you need so that you can collect yourself."
StormFrost's eyes flicked down to the scar on her own shoulder. It was a reminder of her former pack's ways: choosing peace over war. The young wolf sighed, knowing she had just disgraced her father's spirit by becoming aggressive so quickly instead of speaking calmly. Forgive me, father. I will try again.
StormFrost's eyes were filled with pain as the elder padded away slowly. The image of a wolf flashed in front of her yet again, and StormFrost's heart ached painfully.
You remind me of her... of my mother...
StormForst let out a quiet whimper, pawing at the feathers that lined her sleeping area. She truly was sorry, but she had no idea how to say it. "Family..." StormFrost felt a strong connection to Griz and Celeste, as they were now all she had. She stood, stretching her back, before padding up the slope slowly. "I'm sorry, Vaas.... It was not my place to speak that way, especially not to an elder." StormFrost remembered something about her old life... a way of showing regret and apology to one you had wronged. "Please, allow me to hunt for you."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 4, 2019 16:20:00 GMT -8
Vaas.
If I'm still alive then Hell must be full.
| The little growl from the young wolf was quite charming, though as much as it was alarming. Vaas was certain her sarcastic remark was sharp towards the elders, but Stormfrost was so sweetly self-loving to assume Vaas was speaking of her. Vaas chuckled at Stormfrost's surprising spitfire attitude, but the dark, old matron was clearly bothered by the situation. Grizelda had amplified it to an unnecessary level, making Vaas more uncomfortable than Stormfrost had. Vaas could at least respect the elder for speaking her mind as she pleased. But, false kindness was high on her list of peeves.
Stormfrost tried her best to convince Vaas that she wasn't weak, yet she trudged like a grumpy child pup to her private space. Vaas was finding herself in the middle of two extremes: a tempered child, and two preachy old ladies.
"Please do feel free to join us. We haven't made any plans to move anywhere, but if you know of somewhere a little more... pleasant, then I'm sure we could investigate the possibility of moving." Vaas thought on it. She'd traveled most of the eastern territories but the northern parts. The coastline would take them there. She would have liked to see something new before the end of her life, perhaps settle down somewhere.
Before she could respond, a regretful Stormfrost was addressing. "I'm sorry, Vaas.... It was not my place to speak that way, especially not to an elder. Please, allow me to hunt for you."
Vaas shrugged. She didn't really care and certainly was not offended. For the younger wolf's sake, Vaas nodded her head to the offer. "How would you like to try fishing?" Vaas turned to the two older wolves. "I've yet to explore the northern territories. The coastline would take us there," she suggested in response to Grizelda's inquiry.
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To Celeste and Stormfrost: Griz is planning on going to Sorelus, so I figured we can start traveling in that direction to escort her there. Might have Vaas join as well. If you guys are interested, come along :3
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Post by Deleted on Apr 8, 2019 18:27:53 GMT -8
Celeste was not surprised by Stormfrost. She had been young once. She shifted a touch when the young wolf stated she was the offspring of an alpha. The old wolf scratched behind her ear and shook her coat out a bit to send away a ping of annoyance. She had been an alpha herself when she had her pups, and being the product of a leader didn't save them from the famine that haunted the land, disease that had ravaged them, or the neighboring pack that had finished off those that remained. Nor had her own up bringing as a rouge's forsaken litter make herself any less worthy to thrive in life. Life was built and kept by those who put there hearts and minds to it, not to those merely born with a title. That was what she had come believe.
Still she thought Stormfrost was noble to return and apologize like she did. So the old she wolf simply smiled and nodded when the offer came to go hunting.
Standing up straight she stretched out shortly before starting off into the next adventure.
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