Post by Pesty on Oct 22, 2019 22:55:13 GMT -5
It's been a couple of weeks since he last saw sight of the courageous she-wolf defending the runty pup. He wonders if she wound up ditching the wailing thing or if it's thrived after all. Those purple eyes, majestic and determined...she would've ripped his throat out without hesitation if he had advanced on that fuzzy snack. Not that the adult could blame her, no doubt he'd do the same were the roles reversed...wolves don't need to scavenge though. Their power is known well in the animal kingdom and highly respected. While there are strength in numbers even a lone wolf, especially one with their mind decided on something, is a force to be reckoned with. And such an admirable way to go about it. That female was absolutely stunning. Biology be damned. He'd be honored to have such a regal huntress strike him down in cold blood. As such the lone male coyote has been sliding through the colorful autumn leaves, nose shoving them around to stir up a familiar scent. The wolves have been around the area recently. If he finds them he can offer up an apology in an attempt to at the very least learn the lilac eyed maiden's name.
There are several caches nearby of some caught prey he's stowed however none of that will be a very appropriate opening. Fresh would be much better, come off as more sincere and genuine. Autumn has brought along crisp, refreshing air with migrating birds all shrieking in the overcast clouds and herd animals hastening to fatten up before the winter would arrive. There's still plenty of prey to find here in Central Morvir. Here the lupine scent is thickest, making him think they've recently sought refuge near the iconic waterfalls. A suitable place for a growing pup to hide and gain its strength with a knowing mentor keeping a close eye. After tracking down a groundhog the rogue slips through the dry tall grass with the now lifeless rodent, still warm, clutched in his jaws. Coming over a small ridge he spots movement down by the bank of one of the central lakes. He doesn't hesitate before trotting down until stopping at a respectful distance so he won't incur swift retaliation from that lavender eyed she-wolf. Dropping the plump rodent he utters a signature sharp, barking laugh. "I see you're less of a skeleton now, little pup! Why don't you go fetch your new mother for me then, yes, that's it, go on..." the scavenger drawls as he watches the pup become painfully aware of his presence.
Luala can't believe her luck in life. Things have most certainly turned around for the naive little gray pup. Loyally following her guardian from those southern woodlands they traversed over meadows, through more woods, and remained for a short time around a collection of scattered ponds which enchanted the learning young wolf. She mentally etched them to memory, mapping out this strange land her mama had sought sanctuary for the two of them. Now there's just Luala who has been inspired by the patient Talena. Over the course of the last couple of weeks of summer the pup ate whatever the adult brought to her, or showed her. She even improved her motor skills by hopping after insects or chasing birds. Still a bit too small to really catch anything save for the bugs or a lazy bird the pup still relies heavily on her new mentor. As such she's never strayed far from the lovely she-wolf's side. With the coming of autumn the pup was first upset, thinking the trees and plants were sick, oh no! After expressing her fears to the grown adult she learned something; this was simply the trees shedding their leaves, their own pelts, to prepare for the new season. Being born just the past summer this is her first fall. Once being taught about the seasons the pup admires the vibrant leaves, taking care not to go rushing through a huge pile. That would stir up a lot of muck underneath as well as cause too much ruckus. She's been very, very good about minimal ruckus, or at least she tries!
Luala's fur has thickened, showing signs of a hint toward her adult pattern which will transform as she grows into her legs which are getting longer. There are distinct black tipped strips of fur along her spinal column extending to her tail, her hackles have come in. The pup's body has filled out considerably now with some pup fat still visible around her face and belly, although her ribs are no longer visible and the hip bones aren't at all visible. She's much more confident with those big paws, frolicking around the lake's edge and hopping from rock to rock in the shallows. Although taking great care not to get splashed since it's much colder out now and she doesn't want to give her role model any reason to give the pup a scolding. After taking a few laps from the cool edge of the central lake the pup turns to see if there are any lingering mice or squirrels to chase--instead a sudden cackle causes those newly developed hackles to go erect as Luala's eyes widen, head snapping to the left where it came from. Lips crinkling up she shows those fangs at the intruder before emitting an urgent aiyiiip, aiyiiip, aiy, aiy!, to sound the alarm. "Miss! It's that coyote! That coyote!"
Tag: Naviira
There are several caches nearby of some caught prey he's stowed however none of that will be a very appropriate opening. Fresh would be much better, come off as more sincere and genuine. Autumn has brought along crisp, refreshing air with migrating birds all shrieking in the overcast clouds and herd animals hastening to fatten up before the winter would arrive. There's still plenty of prey to find here in Central Morvir. Here the lupine scent is thickest, making him think they've recently sought refuge near the iconic waterfalls. A suitable place for a growing pup to hide and gain its strength with a knowing mentor keeping a close eye. After tracking down a groundhog the rogue slips through the dry tall grass with the now lifeless rodent, still warm, clutched in his jaws. Coming over a small ridge he spots movement down by the bank of one of the central lakes. He doesn't hesitate before trotting down until stopping at a respectful distance so he won't incur swift retaliation from that lavender eyed she-wolf. Dropping the plump rodent he utters a signature sharp, barking laugh. "I see you're less of a skeleton now, little pup! Why don't you go fetch your new mother for me then, yes, that's it, go on..." the scavenger drawls as he watches the pup become painfully aware of his presence.
Luala can't believe her luck in life. Things have most certainly turned around for the naive little gray pup. Loyally following her guardian from those southern woodlands they traversed over meadows, through more woods, and remained for a short time around a collection of scattered ponds which enchanted the learning young wolf. She mentally etched them to memory, mapping out this strange land her mama had sought sanctuary for the two of them. Now there's just Luala who has been inspired by the patient Talena. Over the course of the last couple of weeks of summer the pup ate whatever the adult brought to her, or showed her. She even improved her motor skills by hopping after insects or chasing birds. Still a bit too small to really catch anything save for the bugs or a lazy bird the pup still relies heavily on her new mentor. As such she's never strayed far from the lovely she-wolf's side. With the coming of autumn the pup was first upset, thinking the trees and plants were sick, oh no! After expressing her fears to the grown adult she learned something; this was simply the trees shedding their leaves, their own pelts, to prepare for the new season. Being born just the past summer this is her first fall. Once being taught about the seasons the pup admires the vibrant leaves, taking care not to go rushing through a huge pile. That would stir up a lot of muck underneath as well as cause too much ruckus. She's been very, very good about minimal ruckus, or at least she tries!
Luala's fur has thickened, showing signs of a hint toward her adult pattern which will transform as she grows into her legs which are getting longer. There are distinct black tipped strips of fur along her spinal column extending to her tail, her hackles have come in. The pup's body has filled out considerably now with some pup fat still visible around her face and belly, although her ribs are no longer visible and the hip bones aren't at all visible. She's much more confident with those big paws, frolicking around the lake's edge and hopping from rock to rock in the shallows. Although taking great care not to get splashed since it's much colder out now and she doesn't want to give her role model any reason to give the pup a scolding. After taking a few laps from the cool edge of the central lake the pup turns to see if there are any lingering mice or squirrels to chase--instead a sudden cackle causes those newly developed hackles to go erect as Luala's eyes widen, head snapping to the left where it came from. Lips crinkling up she shows those fangs at the intruder before emitting an urgent aiyiiip, aiyiiip, aiy, aiy!, to sound the alarm. "Miss! It's that coyote! That coyote!"
Tag: Naviira