84th of fall, 515 a.v.
Well, it wasn’t as if it had been unexpected.
Lightning was a skittish filly. Yes, she was somewhat tolerant of Thunder’s games of chase and catch, and her participation was (usually) possessed of mutual enjoyment. She was adjusting to the Dawnwhisper family as well as could be expected, having lost her mother and with Kairi serving as a surrogate. She had warmed up to the herd, both horses and zibri and even seemed to have become fast friends with the goat. She was even letting Shahar come near her with relative frequency, and was quite confident in taking whatever treat he offered her. He could touch her on the rare whims of fate if she was in a particularly good mood, and she didn’t mind his presence at all now.
The cats, however, still left her absolutely terrified.
Kabek had caught a rabbit. This wasn’t entirely unusual for him; while Tuka knew to keep a healthy distance from the horses most of the time, as accustomed to she was to hunting with Shahar, Kabek had no attached partner and was usually left to his own devices. He usually hunted to feed himself, but today he hadn’t been that hungry when he’d caught the rabbit. But, aware of how the Dawnwhisper hunters worked, he had tracked Shahar’s scent with the intention of depositing the animal as a gift to the leader of the family––straight to where Shahar was working with Lightning.
Suffice to say, it took mere heartbeats for Lightning to live up to her name and vanish into the grass.
Shahar had Tuka close to his side, and despite her confusion on the matter he did not allow her to stray from his side; he didn’t want her frightening poor Lightning any more once they found her, but he never left Tuka behind. She was his left hand, and was always with him from dawn until dusk.
Snow, however, was allowed to roam ahead, where she cut a strafing pattern with her nose to the ground. To say she was getting large would be an understatement; where seasons ago Shahar had vaguely been able to claim that she was ‘just a wolf,’ despite her color, it was now impossible to even try; by Drykas measurement, Snow was approaching eleven hands in height, standing well over even the largest wolf. Adolescence was setting in, and she still wasn’t done growing.
With adolescence came the slow but sure reduction in mindless desire to explore; Snow was quickly learning the ways of the hunt, from both Shahar and her inborn instincts. She was learning to track and assess, to differentiate and draw conclusions from sight, sound and smell alike; she was learning to think like prey and to lay traps with hiding places. Every day she made Shahar proud, and today was no different.
She had found Lightning’s scent immediately, and was both leading them along it and keeping tabs on how close they were to her; Lightning didn’t like Snow either, and Snow knew it. The she-wolf would keep her distance once they found the filly.
For the second leg of their quest, Shahar had brought along an unusual addition. While he rode Akaidras, as he always did, the stallion was not the only horse to join them; the Drykas had asked Dainellas to accompany them, aware of the fact that Lightning would be much more inclined to stick together with a mare than a stallion. Although Kairi was the one that served as her adoptive mother, Shahar was definitely not bringing her along; the only one Kairi listened to was Seirei, and only rarely. And Seirei couldn’t come along with children to take care of and another one growing in her belly; soon enough Shahar would have had to bring the entire Dawnwhisper camp along to find the filly.
Dainellas alone would be easiest.
The mare herself was an agreeable sort, not one to snap or be unnecessarily contrary; she followed the group pleasantly, untacked and unburdened; she had likely surmised the situation already, if she hadn’t witnessed the event itself. She would almost certainly play her part without issue.
They were a few minutes’ walk into the Sea of Grass when Snow paused, attentive and uneasy.
What event inquiry you find?
Close, Lightning over that ridge, but also worry other thing.
What else?
Dog-smell, not Drykas, wild-smell close in dog territory.
Shahar frowned, equally ill at ease. Wild dogs did not bode well at all, especially not for a seasons-old filly wandering their territory. They needed to find her, and they needed to find her quickly.
Well, it wasn’t as if it had been unexpected.
Lightning was a skittish filly. Yes, she was somewhat tolerant of Thunder’s games of chase and catch, and her participation was (usually) possessed of mutual enjoyment. She was adjusting to the Dawnwhisper family as well as could be expected, having lost her mother and with Kairi serving as a surrogate. She had warmed up to the herd, both horses and zibri and even seemed to have become fast friends with the goat. She was even letting Shahar come near her with relative frequency, and was quite confident in taking whatever treat he offered her. He could touch her on the rare whims of fate if she was in a particularly good mood, and she didn’t mind his presence at all now.
The cats, however, still left her absolutely terrified.
Kabek had caught a rabbit. This wasn’t entirely unusual for him; while Tuka knew to keep a healthy distance from the horses most of the time, as accustomed to she was to hunting with Shahar, Kabek had no attached partner and was usually left to his own devices. He usually hunted to feed himself, but today he hadn’t been that hungry when he’d caught the rabbit. But, aware of how the Dawnwhisper hunters worked, he had tracked Shahar’s scent with the intention of depositing the animal as a gift to the leader of the family––straight to where Shahar was working with Lightning.
Suffice to say, it took mere heartbeats for Lightning to live up to her name and vanish into the grass.
Shahar had Tuka close to his side, and despite her confusion on the matter he did not allow her to stray from his side; he didn’t want her frightening poor Lightning any more once they found her, but he never left Tuka behind. She was his left hand, and was always with him from dawn until dusk.
Snow, however, was allowed to roam ahead, where she cut a strafing pattern with her nose to the ground. To say she was getting large would be an understatement; where seasons ago Shahar had vaguely been able to claim that she was ‘just a wolf,’ despite her color, it was now impossible to even try; by Drykas measurement, Snow was approaching eleven hands in height, standing well over even the largest wolf. Adolescence was setting in, and she still wasn’t done growing.
With adolescence came the slow but sure reduction in mindless desire to explore; Snow was quickly learning the ways of the hunt, from both Shahar and her inborn instincts. She was learning to track and assess, to differentiate and draw conclusions from sight, sound and smell alike; she was learning to think like prey and to lay traps with hiding places. Every day she made Shahar proud, and today was no different.
She had found Lightning’s scent immediately, and was both leading them along it and keeping tabs on how close they were to her; Lightning didn’t like Snow either, and Snow knew it. The she-wolf would keep her distance once they found the filly.
For the second leg of their quest, Shahar had brought along an unusual addition. While he rode Akaidras, as he always did, the stallion was not the only horse to join them; the Drykas had asked Dainellas to accompany them, aware of the fact that Lightning would be much more inclined to stick together with a mare than a stallion. Although Kairi was the one that served as her adoptive mother, Shahar was definitely not bringing her along; the only one Kairi listened to was Seirei, and only rarely. And Seirei couldn’t come along with children to take care of and another one growing in her belly; soon enough Shahar would have had to bring the entire Dawnwhisper camp along to find the filly.
Dainellas alone would be easiest.
The mare herself was an agreeable sort, not one to snap or be unnecessarily contrary; she followed the group pleasantly, untacked and unburdened; she had likely surmised the situation already, if she hadn’t witnessed the event itself. She would almost certainly play her part without issue.
They were a few minutes’ walk into the Sea of Grass when Snow paused, attentive and uneasy.
What event inquiry you find?
Close, Lightning over that ridge, but also worry other thing.
What else?
Dog-smell, not Drykas, wild-smell close in dog territory.
Shahar frowned, equally ill at ease. Wild dogs did not bode well at all, especially not for a seasons-old filly wandering their territory. They needed to find her, and they needed to find her quickly.