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Altair was nothing like mitochondria. He did absolutely nothing productive, especially as of late. The boy had been spending most of his time lying in the snow, staring at the old den, or watching the clouds pass by. He wondered if Tempest ever looked at the clouds at the same time he did. If only the clouds could share their view with Altair. If only he knew where his friend was.

Finding nothing better to do, Altair began to dig. His paws shoveled through the snow until reaching the frozen ground below it. In a way, it was stress relieving. It helped him focus on what he was doing rather than what he’d done. He didn’t plan on doing anything with the hole. Maybe he’d even just shove all the dirt and snow back in when he felt satisfied enough.


Aug 24, 2017 09:11 PM

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|| Timelining this to after Jote’s fight w/ Randy, but things will probably be subject to change depending on what happens in that thread ||

Today was especially chilly, but maybe Jote was just bored and had nothing else to be distracted with. She hadn’t been as active or self-motivated to go frolicking through the world as she normally was. She was a social creature and having gone longer than she’d have liked without so much as seeing another wolf has dampened her spirits a little. But mostly, she was just dreadfully bored and needed someone to play with.

The peppery wolf walked about the meadow, holding her tail high and curled in a sort of inquisitive way, but also not wanting to drag it through the deep snow. Fortunately she was more of a leggy wolf so getting through the snow leaned more on the ambling side than the trudging. She kept her ears perked and burnt orange eyes alert for any sign of life. She was well aware it was the middle of winter, but she should still have found someone by now.

And then it happened.

In the distance she saw movement, but not necessarily a form. Rather, she spotted snow and dirt being flung into the air. Curious, she quickened her pace to more of a trot and squinted her eyes until the figure came into view. As she focused on the stranger she slowed her trot and stepped casually but quietly towards him, watching as he was digging into the ground. Was he…hunting? Or something?

Nonchalantly she took up space several feet away from him and stopped, watching him for a short while longer before throwing her sights to the ground and testing the packed earth with her own paw. Was he looking for something? Jote thought it could be fun so she joined him and started digging her own hole.

In a matter of seconds she started digging faster, harder, trying to catch up to the depth of the hole he’d already created. Her competitive side was coming out again for no apparent reason other than she needed something to occupy her mind with other than walking and staring at the occasional rock and tree.

Silently, she dug.


Aug 26, 2017 04:38 PM — Post #1

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Each movement started to blend together until thinking about the placement of his paws became unnecessary. It put his mind at ease and, eventually, everything around him began to fade away. His mind was set on one thing: digging until his body forced him to stop. The dirt started to represent the shit in his life and his paws were doing everything he wished he could do to the abstract concepts.

He kept digging until he couldn’t even remember why he was putting so much effort and anger into it. The extra energy he was exerting wasn’t out of competition - in fact, he didn’t even notice the female until the breeze picked up and threw her scent at his face. As if he’d actually been hit by something solid, Altair pulled his head back, eyes wide. For a moment, he couldn’t believe he hadn’t noticed the presence of the other wolf. How long had she been digging?

His gaze remained on his paws, not wanting to exchange eye contact. He didn’t want to create some sort of awkward moment where they both stared straight at each other. It had happened with that strange male from the other day, and Altair wasn’t too keen on repeating the situation. Feeling uncomfortable and like he was about to be attacked wasn’t among the list of emotions he liked.

Muscles tensing, Altair stopped digging, suddenly wary of the stranger. If she had wanted to kill him, she would have done so during his digging trance. It didn’t seem to be on her to-do list. That left him with one question: what on Earth was she doing?

He risked a quick glance before shooting his gaze right back down at his unmoving paws. She was older than him, he gathered, and had an unusual coat. Those were the only things he’d been able to pick up on. His eyes narrowed at his paws, though he meant to direct the stare at the stranger.

On the bright side, she wasn’t talking. There were only so many wolves that didn’t feel like talking was a necessity. That, at least, was respectable of this wolf. She wasn’t staring at him awkwardly either, so that was another pro. All she was doing was silently digging.

A shiver ran down his spine as he let the thought creep in that perhaps she was acting as a diversion. What if she was pretending to be likable when all she wanted to do was force him to his grave? He pushed the thought away. Living life in constant fear because of that one instance with the dark stranger would be awful. He had met so many other strangers and none of them had tried to murder him.

Forcing everything out of his mind, Altair resumed digging, this time more alert of his surroundings. He was completely oblivious to the female’s determination to dig deeper than him, but at least he was aware of what was going on around him.


Aug 26, 2017 06:07 PM — Post #2

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She kept going, her paws furociously stabbing at the dense, packed earth as fast and as hard as she could. She was going to dig a deeper hole in the end. There was no way she could lose. She wasn’t an expert hole digger, but now she was going to put that at the top of her list. She didn’t really understand why she was so competitive, but she never really questioned it growing up with a handful of brothers and sisters. However, the thought of it being strange to strangers never really occurred to her.

As her digging partner stopped briefly to glance her way, she barely saw it out of her peripheries. Her right side was facing him completely and she didn’t stop to meet his gaze. Now, she was in her own digging trance and she wasn’t sure when that trance would be broken.

She, too, figured if he felt the drive to attack her then he’d already be doing that. Unless he had a few choice decisions to make before doing so, which would be stupid in her opinion. So she didn’t really worry too much about him. He couldn’t be worse than the last male she encountered - the one who left a scar running down the left side of her muzzle and a clip in the tip of her left ear. It was irritating, to say the least. Not because she was ugly now, mostly because she hated that guy.

Eventually the new male finished pausing his actions and resumed digging. At this Jote growled slightly to herself, working her front limbs faster and harder than before through the dirt and the snow. She braced her back legs against the ground for added traction and to help her dig faster. Her claws ripped through the soil as if she was about to farm so hard, only to throw it behind her between her legs as far as she could launch it.

Jote still didn’t talk. She didn’t have the desire to say anything right now. Orange eyes shot over to the male’s for a second only to observe how deep his hole had gotten when a new idea dawned on her - she needed to make it wider, not just deeper.

With that, she swiveled her body around the hole like it was on a track. Instead of being parallel with the male, she was now pointed directly at him in order to gain a new perspective on her hole and begin making this side of it wider before swiveling again to the next fourth portion. Her eyes narrowed at her hole. It was going to be the best hole.


Aug 27, 2017 10:00 AM — Post #3

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At some point, his mind couldn’t keep up with the speed of his paws. He’d been staring at them for so long that they’d become one sturdy force flinging out dirt from underneath him. The state he was in pushed out all worries of getting stuck in the hole he was making. By now, his entire front was in the deep hole, but it hadn’t occurred to him that he’d have to get out of it. So, the boy continued ardently digging, putting his everything into it.

Altair had never been a wolf of determination or care, but this task was something so unimportant that he didn’t even feel like it was something that required eagerness. He was literally just digging a hole, trying to bury his problems through an action that was so common among wolves.

His ears twisted back as the female growled. It hadn’t been all that loud, but he’d picked up on it nonetheless. He didn’t want to start jumping to conclusions and interpreting the noise wrong, but as he thought about the possible reasons for it, the fur along his nape began to rise. Was she growing at him, herself, or the hole she was digging? Shaking his head to rid it of the suspicion, Altair went back to digging, not even bothering to look in the stranger’s direction. As long as she didn’t get closer to him or start spewing nonsense, her presence was acceptable.

Soon enough, his hole became so deep that the kicked up dirt only met with his belly before flopping back down again. The moment that started to happen, Altair realised he wasn’t going to be able to get out of his hole. Ears pressed tightly against his head, the boy began to feel panicked. This was a perfect opportunity for the female to either bury him alive or injure him. He was in a vulnerable position seeing as he was stuck in a hole he’d made. The puppy’s back paws were still on normal ground, but the majority of his body was inside the hole.

Finally coming back to his senses, Altair felt stinging in the pads of his paws. Digging through hard surfaces and, eventually, even roots had taken a toll on him. This was exactly why he didn’t waste his time doing random crap like this. Frustrated with himself, Altair let out a low rumble of disapproval.

He had two choices, either he called for his dad or Rota to come, or he figured out how to get himself out by himself. Asking this female for assistance wasn’t an option, especially since he didn’t know or trust her. For now, he decided on trying to get himself out. Calling for his family would make him look weak and stupid. This was stupid, but the interestingly colored female didn’t have to know that.

His hole was narrow, it only fit the width of his body, which made twisting in place a little difficult. There was no way he could turn to look up, so he painfully began to dig at the side of the hole. If he could make the bottom part wide enough, he’d be able to bring his entire body down and then figure out a way to jump out. Heaving himself out in the position he was in had passed through his mind, but he abandoned the idea when he realized he wasn’t strong enough for it. Altair wasn’t exactly the type of guy to go working out.

Good Gods what would Rota and Dad say if they saw him like this.


Aug 27, 2017 10:57 AM — Post #4

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The hole continued to deepen and, over time, widen as well. The wider it grew, the further Jote was forced to back up so she didn’t succumb to her own madness that was soon to be a ditch. She knew how to maneuver around her digging so she didn’t get stuck. Even if she lost her balance or somehow otherwise managed to take a tumble, it wasn’t deep enough for the leggy female to have a difficult time crawling out.

It was only a matter of time before Jote’s paws started rubbing raw on the solid ground. winter made everything tougher, including digging holes in the ground. If this were spring or summer, the ground would be softer and wouldn’t take as much effort to penetrate. The density mixed with the frozen atmosphere worked together to start making Jote’s front paw pads bleed slightly. It stung every time they touched the dirt again, and she winced when it started getting more unbearable for her.

As if a godsent, she heard a small noise come from the male and she immediately stopped what she was doing and looked up to make sure he wasn’t about to pounce at her while she was heavily distracted. However, when she glanced up she saw the exact opposite of the male lunging at her. He was stuck in his hole. Jote smirked, pride welling within her as she came to the conclusion that she won this digging contest.

Clearly the boy didn’t have the sense to dig his hole wider as it got deeper and Jote had to stifle a laugh. What a fool. In his defense, he was still young and obviously didn’t understand the proper ways of hole digging.

For a minute Jote simply stood and stared at the pup, watching what he was doing and seeing if he was able to get himself out of the mess he’d created. It didn’t take long for Jote to understand that he was stuck and she twiddled her thumbs, so to speak, as she thought about helping him or leaving him now that this contest had ended. She didn’t really feel like she owed him anything and she already worked hard enough in this hole, so why should she have to help him, too?

Sighing while simultaneously rolling her eyes, she casually walked over to the boy and then around him to examine his situation. He was pretty deep in there and Jote’s first instinct was to grab him by the scruff and pull him back while he walked backwards in an effort to get himself out, but she wasn’t sure if she could even reach his scruff in this position. There was also no way she was going to pull him by the tail and potentially cause any kind of damage or unnecessary dislocation to that. Grabbing him by the flanks wouldn’t really work either since he’d need to use his hind limbs to walk back and that would surely disable his range of motion - also, she didn’t want to accidentally get kicked if he freaked out by the sudden feeling of her mouth latching onto his side.

There was only one option - she would have to start digging around his body to open up the hole and then she’d try to help drag him out. Poor fool. Immediately she went to work, standing perpendicular to him and ripping at the ground once more, trying to be careful not to paw at his head or cause more dirt to fall in.

This was more than she bargained for. Damnit she was such a nice soul.


Aug 27, 2017 11:22 AM — Post #5

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With every hit against the hard dirt, his pads started to sting more. He definitely regretted digging this hole. What he should have done was take a nap and sleep away his problems, not waste his energy on making something that no one was ever going to use. With all the snow this winter, it didn’t seem like it was going to last long anyway; it would get filled to the brim with another snowstorm.

As he continued to dig against the sides, he realized that this was going to take more energy than he had left. It was starting to hurt too much for even Altair to bear. To make room for his entire body to fit would require the energy and effort he’d had when he had started his digging.

His body immediately tensed when he felt the female digging beside him. Whether she was digging to get to his neck and kill him or digging to set him free, he didn’t know. What he did know was that some of the dirt that she was flinging away was also causing the dirt from the walls to fall onto his face. Altair sneezed, trying to get it off his nose.

By now, Altair had given up on digging. There was no way he’d be able to get himself out by scratching at the walls. That, and he didn’t want to get out of there without two paws. He felt like he could - quite literally - dig his paws off if he continued.

As much as he wanted help from his family, he didn’t want them seeing him like this. He didn’t want this stranger seeing him in this situation either, but it was too late for that now. All he could do was spare himself from more embarrassment by not calling for Dad and Rota. He’d have to wait and see what this female was up to. If she intended on murdering Altair, he could always howl for his family then.

Altair was confused, though. If this female was digging to help him out, then why did she feel the need to save someone she didn’t even know the name of? Had the places been reversed, Altair would have left her in her hole to let some other wolf find her - hopefully one that knew her. Maybe, because he wasn’t a murderous wolf, he’d tell his dad or Rota that he found some crazy woman stuck in a ditch, but he wouldn’t put in the extra mile to help her out. It wasn’t his job… mostly because he didn’t really care. So why did this female care? Deep thoughts while stuck in a deep pit.


Aug 27, 2017 11:47 AM — Post #6

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More cracks split into her pads and blood started trickling out in small drops, but she worked to focus on opening up this hole rather than the pain. She’d find a way to wash them out later despite the fact they’ll be pierced with freezing pain from the nearly frozen water sources around here. At least her nails haven’t broken off yet. ‘There’s always a silver lining’, she kept telling herself.

After a couple minutes of digging to the side of his head, she moved her body around on the invisible track and started getting to work underneath his belly as best as she could. It was definitely an awkward angle and it caused her pace to slow dramatically, but she was still determined. If she could dig away a good amount of the dirt underneath him to create a more shallow slope then maybe he could eventually get out of there on his own. She wasn’t going to hold her breath on that, though.

She fished her paws under his body, getting frustrated with how long this was taking to accomplish. She scooped out portions of solid ground in miniscule pieces and it took several more minutes in one spot before she was satisfied enough to move to the other side of his body and get to work there. Realistically, at this point the pup could already start working his way backwards - or at least back up enough to expose his nape so Jote could grab it and pull him backwards. The digging was beginning to send shooting pains up her front legs.

It wasn’t long before Jote realized the boy had sneezed and then stopped moving, wondering if the blood flowing to his head had caused him to pass out. Taking a pause on her work, she watched the boy. He was still breathing, a good sign, but otherwise he wasn’t moving. Gently she used her snout to nudge him in the side, aiming more to see if he reacted at all and, therefore, confirming he was still conscious, rather than actually pushing him over. If he did sidestep then it might actually help him anyway considering the hole on his right side had been opened up for him enough to shimmy out of. If he still had any stamina left in him.

Figuring there was no point in waiting to see if he reacted, as any hindrance in her hole-digging would only cause him to be passed out for longer, she went back to work once again underneath the left side of his body. Why did she have to be so nice?


Aug 27, 2017 03:02 PM — Post #7

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Altair was incredibly uncomfortable. By not being able to see what she was doing, he was incapable of predicting her next move. He didn’t like the feeling. As tense as a rock, the boy remained unmoving, waiting for enough space to be created for him to be able to move freely.

His eyes shot wide open, though, as she started to work underneath him. One wrong move and she could claw at his sensitive area. He felt his spine trying to arch, making more space between his underbelly and the stranger. This wasn’t a position he was comfortable with at all. Even with Rota, this was too close for liking.

After what felt like two lifetimes later, the female had dug enough for Altair to be able to slide back. Covered in dirt and snow, the young boy fell roughly onto his haunches. His forepaws, now on snow, were leaving visible red stains on the white of the ground. Looking down at the blood, Altair frowned. This had been such a foolish idea.

Then, remembering there was another wolf there, Altair whipped his head around to look at her. She hadn’t killed him - on the contrary, she’d saved him - so she didn’t deserve the typical glare. Instead, he just stared at her. He didn’t look excited, but it wasn’t the disinterested glare of boredom he usually shot folks.

Not wanting to admit that he’d needed help in the first place, Altair decided to tuck away a thank you. The closest she’d get to that was an introduction. “Altair Penumbra,” he said, not quite sure what else to say.

She hadn’t killed him when she’d had the option to, so she wasn’t a murderer. That, and she hadn’t talked during the entirety of their digging session. Who was she? He waited, expecting for her to introduce herself as he ignored the stinging of his paws.


Aug 27, 2017 03:26 PM — Post #8

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Jote’s blood started mixing with the dirt and snow that pushed into her wounds to fill the splits, but her job wasn’t done yet. It also didn’t take much longer for the male to realize he was able to finally escape the predicament he’d gotten himself into and, much to Jote’s relief, he wasn’t in need of her assistance to climb out backwards after all.

Relieving a sigh from her lungs, she took a step back while waiting for the boy to collect himself. He didn’t jump to any ‘thank you’, which Jote thought was rather rude considering she’d spilled some of her own blood to help him out of there when she could’ve just left him there in the first place. She wasn’t one to get all high and mighty or anything, but she believed in giving appreciation and credit where it was due no matter the size of the gesture. She had a tendency to be a bit of a spitfire and this male had landed a small spark on the start of her fuse.

Still there was no ‘thank you’, but he at least offered her his name to which she quirked a brow and tightened her lips. He stood staring at her and she stared back, blinking a few times in disbelief before taking a deep breath to calm herself down and prevent herself from blowing up on him. She’d already dealt with one fight this week, she didn’t need to deal with another - not that either she nor Altair would have any stamina left to pursue such a feat.

She felt like she was wasting her time now. “Altair Penumbra…” she started, trying out his name carefully before proceeding. “You really should learn how to dig holes more effectively,” she nagged, her tone clearly irritable towards the boy. “Also, it’s rude to not thank someone who worked so hard to save your ass,” she continued nagging, not caring if it pissed him off. Jote had been through hell recently, having shit luck with new wolves she’s met. She had a scar on her face and a clipped ear - both of which she was unsure would even heal over time.

“You’re welcome,” she offered sarcastically. Normally she wouldn’t have gotten so pissed off so quickly, but she wasn’t having it anymore. After this she was going to seek some place out that had little chance of running into another wolf who was just going to add to her sour mood. Maybe the mountains? No, there were bears there even if they were hibernating. Or perhaps a forest? That was a possibility, but she supposed she’d have to wait and see. Unfortunately, she couldn’t control who she came across in her travels. And right now she wanted more than anything to turn tail and leave to find her happy place, but she was giving this Altair one more opportunity to speak to her before she moved on.


Aug 27, 2017 03:44 PM — Post #9

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The silence had been nice while it lasted. It seemed as though this female wasn’t the type of wolf Altair had assumed she’d be. As she spoke, Altair’s eyes slowly began to narrow to slits. She was acting as though she had a right to speak to him that way. As if she was his mother or some shit. On top of it all, she hadn’t even introduced herself.

As much as Altair wanted to escort her out of his family’s territory, he knew he owed her for having helped him out. Her gift in return for the much needed help was the lack of a snobbish reply.

All he did was keep his lips pressed together, get up, and turn to leave. As he turned and began to pad away, blotches of red spread onto the snow. If Mom was here, she would have known how to make the pain go away. Unfortunately, she was two days of traveling away. There was nothing he could except sleep it off and hope it would heal overnight. It seemed to have worked with the injury he’d gotten from the rude dark male.

Maybe he should have thanked the female, but he really didn’t feel like giving her a boost of pride - especially not with a personality like hers. His name had already been enough.

If she was smart, she’d take her leave too. If not, then he’d convince Rota to chase her off or something. He just didn’t want bossy wolves around him. He knew what was polite and what wasn’t and he didn’t need someone drilling the laws of common courtesy into his brain. There had been a reason for not having expressed his gratitude.

[Attempted exit ;-;]


Aug 27, 2017 07:27 PM — Post #10

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|| Lmao what even is this thread ||

There was no reply, no recognizable emotion written on his face for Jote to be satisfied by. She was heated up and while the digging did help relieve some of her pent-up stress and anger, it didn’t remove it all from the source. It was only a matter of time before it came welling back to the surface full-force. She needed to be alone for a while.

She gave a last few dumbfounded blinks at the young wolf’s retreating form, ignoring the blood stains he left behind, and turned the opposite direction and began heading off herself. She couldn’t wait for this cursed season to finally be over. Spring was on the horizon and, with it, a better Jote mood.

- Exit Jote -


Aug 27, 2017 11:07 PM — Post #11

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