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without_recognition) wrote2015-09-21 03:44 am
without_recognition) wrote2015-09-21 03:44 am
To hunt, to howl, to live free
It had been like any other night in the woods near the new Holt. The elves were still getting used to it, still getting used to the new dynamics of the pack as well. The relationship between the chiefs was too variable still. Some days they appreciated each other, were clinging and talking and heads together. Other times they were at each other's throats. It was a good thing that the pack was used to living life one night at a time.
Still, they were exploring their new home, and the lands around it, ranging further some nights than others. Especially Nightfall and Redlance. Their own family's dynamics had exploded and sometimes the mates needed some time away from all the pups to just ride, to hunt on their own, and have some time to themselves.
They were careful, as all the pack were, to keep their noses to the wind for humans. Redlance was using the excuse that they were scouting places to put up defensive walls to protect the Holt. There seemed to be few humans in this direction, so they could go further afield.
But it wasn't wall prep they were doing just then. Not from the way Nightfall giggled as she tossed a small dark berry at the center of her mate's head. The wind was in the wrong direction for them to scent the new person, they they both had wolf-good ears. But they were a bit distracted at the moment. "On the ground, not a sound," had kind of blown away in the wind. They needed this, this time to romp like pups. Redlance was holding a rather large walking stick in his four fingered hands that he was using to bat away the berries she was throwing.
They were the height of children, but their bodies were clearly those of mature adults. Redlance even had some "face fur" a small red beard. His vest was open over an otherwise bare chest, his pants snug to him, his feet bare. Long red hair spilled around pointed ears, with a braid in front of either ear, framing his face.
Nightfall's top was skimpy at best, though what needed to be covered was, even as she ran and bounded. She wore low riding pants that showed off just how fit she was. Her bow and quiver was in the grass beside her, a dagger rode on the waist of her low pants. Her necklace rested against her chest, her large earrings glinted like his metal circlet. she wore a cap over her wild brown curls, that did not hide her long delicately pointed ears. Whatever they were, it was not human. Not in the least.
They did seem to be enjoying themselves, however. A pair of wolves were lounging by the small stream lazily lapping at the water.
Still, they were exploring their new home, and the lands around it, ranging further some nights than others. Especially Nightfall and Redlance. Their own family's dynamics had exploded and sometimes the mates needed some time away from all the pups to just ride, to hunt on their own, and have some time to themselves.
They were careful, as all the pack were, to keep their noses to the wind for humans. Redlance was using the excuse that they were scouting places to put up defensive walls to protect the Holt. There seemed to be few humans in this direction, so they could go further afield.
But it wasn't wall prep they were doing just then. Not from the way Nightfall giggled as she tossed a small dark berry at the center of her mate's head. The wind was in the wrong direction for them to scent the new person, they they both had wolf-good ears. But they were a bit distracted at the moment. "On the ground, not a sound," had kind of blown away in the wind. They needed this, this time to romp like pups. Redlance was holding a rather large walking stick in his four fingered hands that he was using to bat away the berries she was throwing.
They were the height of children, but their bodies were clearly those of mature adults. Redlance even had some "face fur" a small red beard. His vest was open over an otherwise bare chest, his pants snug to him, his feet bare. Long red hair spilled around pointed ears, with a braid in front of either ear, framing his face.
Nightfall's top was skimpy at best, though what needed to be covered was, even as she ran and bounded. She wore low riding pants that showed off just how fit she was. Her bow and quiver was in the grass beside her, a dagger rode on the waist of her low pants. Her necklace rested against her chest, her large earrings glinted like his metal circlet. she wore a cap over her wild brown curls, that did not hide her long delicately pointed ears. Whatever they were, it was not human. Not in the least.
They did seem to be enjoying themselves, however. A pair of wolves were lounging by the small stream lazily lapping at the water.