Post by fmisc on Feb 21, 2009 10:09:40 GMT
If you guys want to know how the young personality resulted when Fleeter left his first pack here you go. (Me and 2 other users.)
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Eyes hardly open from the sleepless night- Fleeter trotted over to the side of the lake. He put his front paws at the edge of the lake and bent over. He licked at the water, quenching his thirst. He nodded to sleep again while licking and awoke in a fright as his head dipped in the cold water in front of him. He yelped in surprise but as he tried to step back the mud at his feet gave way and he fell into the water. He sat there in shock for a moment. "I'm huuuungry...." He said in his head as he waddled out of the water.
He stretched and yawned- but in that instant his ears caught a sound. As the sound darted back and forth his ears twitched, but not just his ears, his whole body twitched. He put his head down but his rear end held high and he prowled following the sound. Out of the grass came a mouse, and it twitched its ears back and forth as it stood in place listening to the sound of Fleeter's foot steps. The mouse caught a glimpse of Fleeter and darted off into the distance.
"Mouse-mouse-mouse-food-food-food." He said in his head as his tongue hung out from the side of his mouth as he gave chase. But as he focused on the mouse he did not see the low branches up ahead and whammed his head right into them. He yelped and skidded off to the side. The mouse got away. Fleeter laid on his back whimpering about how hungry he was- however... He was not really hungry...
Dragon had decided that perhaps laying around doing nothing wasn't his best idea, either, and had left the thorny meeting site to stretch his muscles and explore. Spring had arrived, and so that meant his plans were supposed to be taking effect soon. "Oh well..." He wandered down toward the lake, moving with the ease and grace over the lands that only experience in life brought. His ears were pricked forward to listen for noise, which is why he realized that there was another nearby. His own scent was being blow toward the stranger, so he couldn't determine much information about the other wolf. Investigating couldn't hurt... Besides, he was bigger than almost any wolf on the island. He could take care of himself.
Dragon approached the stranger, keeping himself low but not exactly hiding, either. He knew the younger male - he guessed, from appearance - had probably already scented him. He paused a good distance away, watching the stranger. He wasn't, however, going to be the first one to approach this time. This brute looked like something of a dingbat, he gathered, from watching his whining stance.
Fleeter sat up after his groaning and sneezed out some water that was still in his nose. He sniffed his nose- checking if he was smelling what he should be and smelled another wolf. "Not food-not food." He said quietly out loud this time shaking his head slightly with his eyes closed at the thought. He got up at that time and wondered in circles mindlessly of what he should do next. He stopped circling to realize that the stranger wolf was crouched down watching.
At the sight of the large wolf he lowered his ears and tail, and crouched to the ground. He snarled his front teeth. And in an instant he bolted away.
Dragon's eyes followed the... interesting... wolf with curiosity. He stood and grunted in surprise when the brute tucked his tail and ran. That was strange. With a shrug Dragon turned around and padded down to the waters, pausing at the edge and glancing around again before he lowered his muzzle to the water to drink. He wondered how Akquill and the female were getting along... whether they had managed to find any others.
After running from the large wolf for sometime Fleeter found himself in Atyka Meadows, to make sure that the large wolf would lose sent of him. The reason why he ran was because a flashback of a large wolf back in his old pack. But what really scared him was how much bigger the stranger wolf was. Fleeter imagined the pain he could inflict on his skinny body.
It was a long time since he felt safe, the long grass was good cover. For once in a long time he didn't think of food. He spent a few moments rolling around happily in the meadow by himself. His tail wagged and a smile gave way to his face.
He picked up his scrawny, skinny figure and rubbed himself on the tall grass. It had no meaning. He was just happy. Like a child holding his blanket never wanting to let go.
After wards he kept on walking, who knows what he would bump into next.
Padding her way through the Meadow, Inca thought back to the happenings of today and wondered if they may find their way into her dreams that night. Today had brought hope and wonder back into her life, and though she believed in memories and the past, the femme would rather not dwell on them.
Peace was beginning to flow through her spirit as she ventured through the lands that she was proud to now call "home." But as the lands were becoming more familiar, the wolf had yet to meet anymore of her kind than the Alpha and Alpha pup of her pack, the Kameskai. The scents of a neighboring pack were carried across the breeze, sending a chill down her spine with wonder.
After traveling along for a while longer she caught the whiff of another, somewhere nearby. Orbs darted this way and that, head lowered a bit with the idea of the unknown. She could not see anyone, but was sure they were close. Her gaze settled upon an area of tall reeds, listening to a range of small noises coming from within.
Inca let out a soft bark, tail wagging slightly at the possibility of meeting someone new.
Fleeter stopped as a sound of a soft bark entered his ears. He could smell the other wolf but not see her. He knew it was female because of the tone of her voice. He did not flee this time for he felt safe in the tall grass, and the voice did not seem threatening. He lowered himself to the ground with his tail between his legs, and replied with a woof. His ears were lowered before the reply, but he lifted his ears quickly in anxious await- expecting another soft reply.
Inca was unable to see the other wolf that she knew was within the tall grasses, but was anxious to get an eye on them. With muzzle raised she tested the wind, gathering that it was a male within that was not so keen on coming out from his hiding place.
The femme decided to try her best to get this one out into the open, to speak with her, but would not push it on him.
"Come out, come out, wherever you are.." She called with a smile in her voice. I don't bite, promise..
The voice sounded playful, but Fleeter was still cautious. He followed her sent and walked close to the ground with his tail tucked. The long grass rubbing against his fur helped him feel assured that everything would be fine. As he caught sight of the female wolf he hid his teeth and ears back. Even though she promised that she wouldn't bite. He stood on top of enough grass for her to see him. As a two year old his bones were small, even though he was oddly skinner than normal his ribs were not visible. Yet he had a healthy darker gray coat so he did not seem sickly. His eyes looked up at the female, he didn't say anything.
Chocolate eyes watched closely as the wolf hiding within eventually emerged from his concealment. Inca continued to wag her tail softly in an attempt to encourage him out a bit further; but she understood his hesitation. Oh how familiar the wolf was with confrontation and others with ill intentions.
"I mean you no harm, friend..The name's Inca Devon." Care to share yours? Words traveled across the distance between them like a floating breeze, intended to hit his ears softly.
A moment of hesitation washed over her as she took a couple steps towards him. With the hopes of showing him she was surely of no higher rank than he was, Inca lowered her head in greeting to him. Though she could tell he was fairly young, he most likely had called thus 'home' for much longer than she had, and the femme concluded that she had no right to bully anyone around; neutral grounds or not.
He moved his head to the side slightly but with eyes still upon her, "Fleeter..." He said rather slowly in a cautious manner to make sure he wouldn't studder or pronounce it wrong. Fleeter looked at her muzzle, blinked twice and realized that she meant no harm and immediately raised his ears and tail. He invaded her space and sniffed her neck. "You don't smell of other wolves. Have you been traveling long?" He said wagging his tail high in the air, lowering his head but with his ears up. Paws far up front, tongue dropping down, panting, jumping left and right with a smile.
Something must have triggered in the rather small male before her, because as soon as he gathered that she meant no harm he wasted no time in bounding over to her. Lips curled into a smile, allowing this Fleeter-character to sniff her all he wanted. It was obvious to her that he was very eager to meet others, and probably make new friends, for he was certainly invading the usual bubble that surrounds a strange wolf when approached by another for the first time.
"I have, many years.. But just yesterday I became part of the Kameskai Pack, under Epitaph and Cassiel... Playing in the lake might have caused their sent to fade..."
The femme slowly settled her haunches down to the ground, resting in a sit as she spoke. Muzzle raised slightly up wards, she pulled in the air around him to discover a bit more. Nothing was evident, and her gaze turned to him curiously.
"Where do you belong? Or are you a loner, and not found your home yet..."
Fleeter stood up normally and wagged his tail. "I had a pack. Not too long ago." He paused for a moment. "But then I ran away." He was not every wise with words, but got his point across. He wagged his tail. His look to her, even though not intentionally gave away that he didn't want to tell anymore or dwell on the past. Still wagging his tail, he didn't really expect her to play with him. But he kept creating a playful air or vibe.
Fleeter was probably not mature enough to contribute anything helpful to a pack. And almost didn't look forward to being in a pack. But this female showed no aggressiveness thus far- so he was rather curious about the pack she was in.
But this thought was quickly interrupted by a thought of food. He circled her looking at her feet as he walked around her. "Are you hungry?" He said examining her legs. "Can you catch fast prey? Do you want to eat something? When did you last eat?"
Eyes fixed on the small male as he spoke. "Ran away? Who would run away from such a beautiful gift.." her little voice whispered inside. She could not help but he surprised that a wolf would turn down the opportunity to be part of a pack, to be welcomed and accepted by a group of his own. This was a luxury that Inca was never given and she found it both fascinating and odd that he would discard such a treasure without a second though.
Thoughts were quickly interrupted as he began circling her and in an instinctual reaction she hopped to her feet stiffly, hackles raised a bit. She relaxed slightly when he began asking about hunting, if she was fast or hungry..It soon became clear that he meant no harm, but was just young, naive and probably a bit too curious for his own good. The wolf settled her fur down to her form again but remained on her feet..Just in case..
"I have eaten today..Which pack did you belong to, and why would you leave?" Her voice was soft and caring as she looked down at him questioningly.
Fleeter's jaw hung loose in disappointment with a blank stare on his face. "What did you eat? Is there... any left?" He spun around with his muzzle in the air trying to catch a whiff of a corpse of a rabbit, deer, or moose. Something. The sun was only starting to set. And Fleeter was getting restless.
Inca felt a light chuckle escape her maw, eyes smiling as she examined him closely. Unfortunately, she understood all too well what an empty stomach felt like at the end of the day. Oh, she could recall many nights when her only companion was the rumbling inside her, demanding food to nourish itself that she simply could not supply alone.
She felt a strong urge to help this wolf, maybe befriend him so she could learn more about his strange ways. The wolf got to her feet and with a coy smile, winking at him, she spoke in a whisper.
"There is not any left..But..Perhaps we could find something or our own, hmm?"
"Yes!" Fleeter barked happifully. What do you have in mind? He said as he recalled her wink. But then- "Well..." He continued. "I'm not that strong. Yet." He flickered in his tone. "So we don't have to get anything too big..." He looked to the side again, as if recalling a memory most wolves have of a failure hunt going after something too strong.
An idea struck him. "The grass is long, so there must be a lot of deer or somethin'. We can... go right to the throat!" He made a weak snapping motion with his jaw as if he was living out whatever he was imagining. Then he just gazed up with drool dripping from his mouth.
Several moments later he realized that he must be having one of his moments again. But he didn't think about it much. "H-how about you lead?" He said embarrassed almost in a Omega position about to get snapped at for talking out of line. Like he was getting too ahead of himself- realizing how much of a fighter he was.
Inca's eyes sparkled at the chance of having some fun with the wolf before her, maybe he would become a new friend. She smiled gaily at him, rising to her feet and lifting her tail into a happy salute of the small 'hunt' ahead of them.
The femme raised her muzzle into the air, sniffing it for the signs of any life that maybe serve as a little snack for the strange pair of them. Ah, yes. The familiar scent of a rabbit filled her nostrils, and it was close. Her eyes fixated on the tall grasses before them and she lowered her head, slinking her way towards it..
"Follow me..In there.." She whispered softly, not bothering to look over her shoulder at him. Orbs were glued to the prime hiding spot as the reeds rustled a bit, but not from the wind..
Fleeter followed closely behind but was careful not to bump into her rear. He had made that mistake once. Which ended up with the worst things. Pain, and no food. It was strange- a lot of simple tasks like this would remind him of his past. Even though he was not that old.
So he carefully followed her quietly, doing his best not to trip or step on something that could make a sound. He sniffed and smelled small prey. His mouth started to water.
Nose was on the track of something small, but most likely delicious nonetheless. Following it brought her closer and closer to the tall grasses until the femme was only a few short steps away. With slight hesitation, she crouched a bit, back legs twitching with the excitement of a miniature hunt all their own.
A quick two step with a bound and she was inside, quickly able to see the small prey that her nose had picked up on. Yes, it was a fairly large rabbit but was no slower due to it's size. Agile feet chased her this way and that, zigzagging through the grasses until she had finally caught up to it. Jaws snapped closed with a triumphant growl around the rabbit's form.
Inca reappeared with the meal before the male wolf and after gnawing on it a bit, assuring herself it was unlikely to run off, dropped it at his feet.
"There you are.."
When she ran for the rabbit he flinched- but did not run after her. He didn't run, he thought he would mess her up some how and way. Like he had with other wolves before. When she left even for a second he felt empty and longing for something. His ears slowly fell. Her sent came closer as she did. His heart lit up and his ears perked up slowly when he saw he prey in her mouth.
Fleeter was amazed at her skill to successfully catch a rabbit. Disregarding the fact that she had a lot of cover in the grass. But the fact that she had done this for him- it gave him a powerful message he almost didn't understand. "No one has ever done something like this for me.." He said in his head looking at the rabbit.
When she dropped it for him to eat he looked at her. "Thank you..." He said with the fullest of gratitude. He sat himself down and started to eat at the rabbit. With his first few bites the rabbit still twitched. Which was new to him. He had always eaten the scraps of something long dead. He enjoyed this the fullest when the fresh blood poured down is throat.
The femme smiled when she saw the gratitude on his face, how much he truly appreciated her providing his meal for the day. Inca's companions throughout the years were few and far between, and because she had no idea when the next one would come along, she would try her best to leave a good impression on this male. And a good taste in his mouth.. She chuckled under her breathe, watching him devour the rabbit with enthusiasm.
With muzzle lifted she tested the breeze as he ate, her thoughts going back to recall his avoidance to her questions of his previous pack-life. Perhaps now that his stomach was filled he would be more receptive to sharing a bit about his past..
"So what happened? Why did you leave your pack?"
He finished the rabbit resulting in his muzzle covered in blood. The bones of the rabbit were small and he attempted to chew at them. The bones were never his favorite but he made the most of it.
Fleeter gestured as if he was bonked in the head the moment she asked that. He made a pitiful sigh. The female seemed reluctant to let go of the topic. With the sun now almost let he laid down with his belly full getting ready to fall asleep. He started to tell his Story.
"It all started when I was born I don't remember it of course but it has been the same since I could remember. I was born last in the litter of four. Food was scarce so my parents fed which ever one they thought would have a better chance for survival." Fleeter looked down at his thin arms.
"When there was a lot of food my rank in the pack was already determined. I was weak, and whatever went wrong was blamed on me. Fleeter this, Fleeter that. Since I could barely fight back that was easiest for them to blame it on me. Whenever food was scarce they would call me a waste of food. I just.. got tired of it all." He lowered his head as if to sleep. It was dark out now. He seemed tired to recall his past. This was why he was smaller than a lot of wolves his age. "But... There was one..." He mumbled. But fell asleep before he could finish.
When fleeter awoke to find the female missing he wondered what had happened to her. "Why did she leave me." He wondered to himself. He thought about last night and how she got him food reluctant to let that memory go. But since then he had been traveling the meadows. Just being himself. This time alone allowed him to think deeply about himself and what needed to change.
He decided to become stronger, for himself and for the future. Whatever that future may be. First thing is first he had to eat more. But in order to eat more he would have to actually catch something. Inside himself he made a promise that he would change and grow into a stronger wolf.
He wanted to avoid other wolves now. Fleeter was on a journey to change himself and he didn't want anything to drag him down. Eventually he had to leave the meadow, for more open plains to join a pack. To learn duty, responsibility and to catch larger prey.
Fleeter wondered if he really could do this alone.
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After a long journey of finding himself he has reached maturity! And now Fleeter is apart of the Kyla Pack! Or will be, I just don't want to come back and edit something that will happen soon. xD
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Eyes hardly open from the sleepless night- Fleeter trotted over to the side of the lake. He put his front paws at the edge of the lake and bent over. He licked at the water, quenching his thirst. He nodded to sleep again while licking and awoke in a fright as his head dipped in the cold water in front of him. He yelped in surprise but as he tried to step back the mud at his feet gave way and he fell into the water. He sat there in shock for a moment. "I'm huuuungry...." He said in his head as he waddled out of the water.
He stretched and yawned- but in that instant his ears caught a sound. As the sound darted back and forth his ears twitched, but not just his ears, his whole body twitched. He put his head down but his rear end held high and he prowled following the sound. Out of the grass came a mouse, and it twitched its ears back and forth as it stood in place listening to the sound of Fleeter's foot steps. The mouse caught a glimpse of Fleeter and darted off into the distance.
"Mouse-mouse-mouse-food-food-food." He said in his head as his tongue hung out from the side of his mouth as he gave chase. But as he focused on the mouse he did not see the low branches up ahead and whammed his head right into them. He yelped and skidded off to the side. The mouse got away. Fleeter laid on his back whimpering about how hungry he was- however... He was not really hungry...
Dragon had decided that perhaps laying around doing nothing wasn't his best idea, either, and had left the thorny meeting site to stretch his muscles and explore. Spring had arrived, and so that meant his plans were supposed to be taking effect soon. "Oh well..." He wandered down toward the lake, moving with the ease and grace over the lands that only experience in life brought. His ears were pricked forward to listen for noise, which is why he realized that there was another nearby. His own scent was being blow toward the stranger, so he couldn't determine much information about the other wolf. Investigating couldn't hurt... Besides, he was bigger than almost any wolf on the island. He could take care of himself.
Dragon approached the stranger, keeping himself low but not exactly hiding, either. He knew the younger male - he guessed, from appearance - had probably already scented him. He paused a good distance away, watching the stranger. He wasn't, however, going to be the first one to approach this time. This brute looked like something of a dingbat, he gathered, from watching his whining stance.
Fleeter sat up after his groaning and sneezed out some water that was still in his nose. He sniffed his nose- checking if he was smelling what he should be and smelled another wolf. "Not food-not food." He said quietly out loud this time shaking his head slightly with his eyes closed at the thought. He got up at that time and wondered in circles mindlessly of what he should do next. He stopped circling to realize that the stranger wolf was crouched down watching.
At the sight of the large wolf he lowered his ears and tail, and crouched to the ground. He snarled his front teeth. And in an instant he bolted away.
Dragon's eyes followed the... interesting... wolf with curiosity. He stood and grunted in surprise when the brute tucked his tail and ran. That was strange. With a shrug Dragon turned around and padded down to the waters, pausing at the edge and glancing around again before he lowered his muzzle to the water to drink. He wondered how Akquill and the female were getting along... whether they had managed to find any others.
After running from the large wolf for sometime Fleeter found himself in Atyka Meadows, to make sure that the large wolf would lose sent of him. The reason why he ran was because a flashback of a large wolf back in his old pack. But what really scared him was how much bigger the stranger wolf was. Fleeter imagined the pain he could inflict on his skinny body.
It was a long time since he felt safe, the long grass was good cover. For once in a long time he didn't think of food. He spent a few moments rolling around happily in the meadow by himself. His tail wagged and a smile gave way to his face.
He picked up his scrawny, skinny figure and rubbed himself on the tall grass. It had no meaning. He was just happy. Like a child holding his blanket never wanting to let go.
After wards he kept on walking, who knows what he would bump into next.
Padding her way through the Meadow, Inca thought back to the happenings of today and wondered if they may find their way into her dreams that night. Today had brought hope and wonder back into her life, and though she believed in memories and the past, the femme would rather not dwell on them.
Peace was beginning to flow through her spirit as she ventured through the lands that she was proud to now call "home." But as the lands were becoming more familiar, the wolf had yet to meet anymore of her kind than the Alpha and Alpha pup of her pack, the Kameskai. The scents of a neighboring pack were carried across the breeze, sending a chill down her spine with wonder.
After traveling along for a while longer she caught the whiff of another, somewhere nearby. Orbs darted this way and that, head lowered a bit with the idea of the unknown. She could not see anyone, but was sure they were close. Her gaze settled upon an area of tall reeds, listening to a range of small noises coming from within.
Inca let out a soft bark, tail wagging slightly at the possibility of meeting someone new.
Fleeter stopped as a sound of a soft bark entered his ears. He could smell the other wolf but not see her. He knew it was female because of the tone of her voice. He did not flee this time for he felt safe in the tall grass, and the voice did not seem threatening. He lowered himself to the ground with his tail between his legs, and replied with a woof. His ears were lowered before the reply, but he lifted his ears quickly in anxious await- expecting another soft reply.
Inca was unable to see the other wolf that she knew was within the tall grasses, but was anxious to get an eye on them. With muzzle raised she tested the wind, gathering that it was a male within that was not so keen on coming out from his hiding place.
The femme decided to try her best to get this one out into the open, to speak with her, but would not push it on him.
"Come out, come out, wherever you are.." She called with a smile in her voice. I don't bite, promise..
The voice sounded playful, but Fleeter was still cautious. He followed her sent and walked close to the ground with his tail tucked. The long grass rubbing against his fur helped him feel assured that everything would be fine. As he caught sight of the female wolf he hid his teeth and ears back. Even though she promised that she wouldn't bite. He stood on top of enough grass for her to see him. As a two year old his bones were small, even though he was oddly skinner than normal his ribs were not visible. Yet he had a healthy darker gray coat so he did not seem sickly. His eyes looked up at the female, he didn't say anything.
Chocolate eyes watched closely as the wolf hiding within eventually emerged from his concealment. Inca continued to wag her tail softly in an attempt to encourage him out a bit further; but she understood his hesitation. Oh how familiar the wolf was with confrontation and others with ill intentions.
"I mean you no harm, friend..The name's Inca Devon." Care to share yours? Words traveled across the distance between them like a floating breeze, intended to hit his ears softly.
A moment of hesitation washed over her as she took a couple steps towards him. With the hopes of showing him she was surely of no higher rank than he was, Inca lowered her head in greeting to him. Though she could tell he was fairly young, he most likely had called thus 'home' for much longer than she had, and the femme concluded that she had no right to bully anyone around; neutral grounds or not.
He moved his head to the side slightly but with eyes still upon her, "Fleeter..." He said rather slowly in a cautious manner to make sure he wouldn't studder or pronounce it wrong. Fleeter looked at her muzzle, blinked twice and realized that she meant no harm and immediately raised his ears and tail. He invaded her space and sniffed her neck. "You don't smell of other wolves. Have you been traveling long?" He said wagging his tail high in the air, lowering his head but with his ears up. Paws far up front, tongue dropping down, panting, jumping left and right with a smile.
Something must have triggered in the rather small male before her, because as soon as he gathered that she meant no harm he wasted no time in bounding over to her. Lips curled into a smile, allowing this Fleeter-character to sniff her all he wanted. It was obvious to her that he was very eager to meet others, and probably make new friends, for he was certainly invading the usual bubble that surrounds a strange wolf when approached by another for the first time.
"I have, many years.. But just yesterday I became part of the Kameskai Pack, under Epitaph and Cassiel... Playing in the lake might have caused their sent to fade..."
The femme slowly settled her haunches down to the ground, resting in a sit as she spoke. Muzzle raised slightly up wards, she pulled in the air around him to discover a bit more. Nothing was evident, and her gaze turned to him curiously.
"Where do you belong? Or are you a loner, and not found your home yet..."
Fleeter stood up normally and wagged his tail. "I had a pack. Not too long ago." He paused for a moment. "But then I ran away." He was not every wise with words, but got his point across. He wagged his tail. His look to her, even though not intentionally gave away that he didn't want to tell anymore or dwell on the past. Still wagging his tail, he didn't really expect her to play with him. But he kept creating a playful air or vibe.
Fleeter was probably not mature enough to contribute anything helpful to a pack. And almost didn't look forward to being in a pack. But this female showed no aggressiveness thus far- so he was rather curious about the pack she was in.
But this thought was quickly interrupted by a thought of food. He circled her looking at her feet as he walked around her. "Are you hungry?" He said examining her legs. "Can you catch fast prey? Do you want to eat something? When did you last eat?"
Eyes fixed on the small male as he spoke. "Ran away? Who would run away from such a beautiful gift.." her little voice whispered inside. She could not help but he surprised that a wolf would turn down the opportunity to be part of a pack, to be welcomed and accepted by a group of his own. This was a luxury that Inca was never given and she found it both fascinating and odd that he would discard such a treasure without a second though.
Thoughts were quickly interrupted as he began circling her and in an instinctual reaction she hopped to her feet stiffly, hackles raised a bit. She relaxed slightly when he began asking about hunting, if she was fast or hungry..It soon became clear that he meant no harm, but was just young, naive and probably a bit too curious for his own good. The wolf settled her fur down to her form again but remained on her feet..Just in case..
"I have eaten today..Which pack did you belong to, and why would you leave?" Her voice was soft and caring as she looked down at him questioningly.
Fleeter's jaw hung loose in disappointment with a blank stare on his face. "What did you eat? Is there... any left?" He spun around with his muzzle in the air trying to catch a whiff of a corpse of a rabbit, deer, or moose. Something. The sun was only starting to set. And Fleeter was getting restless.
Inca felt a light chuckle escape her maw, eyes smiling as she examined him closely. Unfortunately, she understood all too well what an empty stomach felt like at the end of the day. Oh, she could recall many nights when her only companion was the rumbling inside her, demanding food to nourish itself that she simply could not supply alone.
She felt a strong urge to help this wolf, maybe befriend him so she could learn more about his strange ways. The wolf got to her feet and with a coy smile, winking at him, she spoke in a whisper.
"There is not any left..But..Perhaps we could find something or our own, hmm?"
"Yes!" Fleeter barked happifully. What do you have in mind? He said as he recalled her wink. But then- "Well..." He continued. "I'm not that strong. Yet." He flickered in his tone. "So we don't have to get anything too big..." He looked to the side again, as if recalling a memory most wolves have of a failure hunt going after something too strong.
An idea struck him. "The grass is long, so there must be a lot of deer or somethin'. We can... go right to the throat!" He made a weak snapping motion with his jaw as if he was living out whatever he was imagining. Then he just gazed up with drool dripping from his mouth.
Several moments later he realized that he must be having one of his moments again. But he didn't think about it much. "H-how about you lead?" He said embarrassed almost in a Omega position about to get snapped at for talking out of line. Like he was getting too ahead of himself- realizing how much of a fighter he was.
Inca's eyes sparkled at the chance of having some fun with the wolf before her, maybe he would become a new friend. She smiled gaily at him, rising to her feet and lifting her tail into a happy salute of the small 'hunt' ahead of them.
The femme raised her muzzle into the air, sniffing it for the signs of any life that maybe serve as a little snack for the strange pair of them. Ah, yes. The familiar scent of a rabbit filled her nostrils, and it was close. Her eyes fixated on the tall grasses before them and she lowered her head, slinking her way towards it..
"Follow me..In there.." She whispered softly, not bothering to look over her shoulder at him. Orbs were glued to the prime hiding spot as the reeds rustled a bit, but not from the wind..
Fleeter followed closely behind but was careful not to bump into her rear. He had made that mistake once. Which ended up with the worst things. Pain, and no food. It was strange- a lot of simple tasks like this would remind him of his past. Even though he was not that old.
So he carefully followed her quietly, doing his best not to trip or step on something that could make a sound. He sniffed and smelled small prey. His mouth started to water.
Nose was on the track of something small, but most likely delicious nonetheless. Following it brought her closer and closer to the tall grasses until the femme was only a few short steps away. With slight hesitation, she crouched a bit, back legs twitching with the excitement of a miniature hunt all their own.
A quick two step with a bound and she was inside, quickly able to see the small prey that her nose had picked up on. Yes, it was a fairly large rabbit but was no slower due to it's size. Agile feet chased her this way and that, zigzagging through the grasses until she had finally caught up to it. Jaws snapped closed with a triumphant growl around the rabbit's form.
Inca reappeared with the meal before the male wolf and after gnawing on it a bit, assuring herself it was unlikely to run off, dropped it at his feet.
"There you are.."
When she ran for the rabbit he flinched- but did not run after her. He didn't run, he thought he would mess her up some how and way. Like he had with other wolves before. When she left even for a second he felt empty and longing for something. His ears slowly fell. Her sent came closer as she did. His heart lit up and his ears perked up slowly when he saw he prey in her mouth.
Fleeter was amazed at her skill to successfully catch a rabbit. Disregarding the fact that she had a lot of cover in the grass. But the fact that she had done this for him- it gave him a powerful message he almost didn't understand. "No one has ever done something like this for me.." He said in his head looking at the rabbit.
When she dropped it for him to eat he looked at her. "Thank you..." He said with the fullest of gratitude. He sat himself down and started to eat at the rabbit. With his first few bites the rabbit still twitched. Which was new to him. He had always eaten the scraps of something long dead. He enjoyed this the fullest when the fresh blood poured down is throat.
The femme smiled when she saw the gratitude on his face, how much he truly appreciated her providing his meal for the day. Inca's companions throughout the years were few and far between, and because she had no idea when the next one would come along, she would try her best to leave a good impression on this male. And a good taste in his mouth.. She chuckled under her breathe, watching him devour the rabbit with enthusiasm.
With muzzle lifted she tested the breeze as he ate, her thoughts going back to recall his avoidance to her questions of his previous pack-life. Perhaps now that his stomach was filled he would be more receptive to sharing a bit about his past..
"So what happened? Why did you leave your pack?"
He finished the rabbit resulting in his muzzle covered in blood. The bones of the rabbit were small and he attempted to chew at them. The bones were never his favorite but he made the most of it.
Fleeter gestured as if he was bonked in the head the moment she asked that. He made a pitiful sigh. The female seemed reluctant to let go of the topic. With the sun now almost let he laid down with his belly full getting ready to fall asleep. He started to tell his Story.
"It all started when I was born I don't remember it of course but it has been the same since I could remember. I was born last in the litter of four. Food was scarce so my parents fed which ever one they thought would have a better chance for survival." Fleeter looked down at his thin arms.
"When there was a lot of food my rank in the pack was already determined. I was weak, and whatever went wrong was blamed on me. Fleeter this, Fleeter that. Since I could barely fight back that was easiest for them to blame it on me. Whenever food was scarce they would call me a waste of food. I just.. got tired of it all." He lowered his head as if to sleep. It was dark out now. He seemed tired to recall his past. This was why he was smaller than a lot of wolves his age. "But... There was one..." He mumbled. But fell asleep before he could finish.
When fleeter awoke to find the female missing he wondered what had happened to her. "Why did she leave me." He wondered to himself. He thought about last night and how she got him food reluctant to let that memory go. But since then he had been traveling the meadows. Just being himself. This time alone allowed him to think deeply about himself and what needed to change.
He decided to become stronger, for himself and for the future. Whatever that future may be. First thing is first he had to eat more. But in order to eat more he would have to actually catch something. Inside himself he made a promise that he would change and grow into a stronger wolf.
He wanted to avoid other wolves now. Fleeter was on a journey to change himself and he didn't want anything to drag him down. Eventually he had to leave the meadow, for more open plains to join a pack. To learn duty, responsibility and to catch larger prey.
Fleeter wondered if he really could do this alone.
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After a long journey of finding himself he has reached maturity! And now Fleeter is apart of the Kyla Pack! Or will be, I just don't want to come back and edit something that will happen soon. xD
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