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Tempest Isla White CZ
 

What was that?

Out in the slushy part of the grass-water, which was more like grass-ice right now but she was smart enough to know water and ice were each other because when she ate snow and ice it turned into water in her mouth, there was a bunch of sticks. Not like normal falling tree sticks though, because there wasn’t any trees out here?

She took a couple steps closer, ears pricked and eyes wide with curious interest.

The sticks were sort of piled on each other, like someone had put them like that. But why way out in the middle of the watery part? Why so many of them? Did… Did a really small wolf live inside the sticks. Was it a stick den?

Tempest gasped softly to herself.

What a clever wolf.


Sep 12, 2017 08:34 PM

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Bravo Vitnir Fao Staff
 

Sometimes he followed her. Just at a distance. He liked being with her, but he also liked watching her learn.  He was reasonably certain she knew he did this. He wouldn’t be surprised if she knew he was here now. Bravo didn’t intend to stalk her, but he knew she wouldn’t learn if she was right to his side at every waking moment.

For now, he was a ways back, and he chuckled as she seemed to catch sight of something that stiffened her with curious body signals.  Eyes on… what was that? A beaver dam? Perhaps.  He would have to get closer to sniff it to be sure, as well as if it was abandoned or not, but…

He went a little closer, thinking now might be a time to alleviate her wondering mind, if she wished it.


Sep 12, 2017 09:10 PM — Post #1

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Tempest Isla White CZ
 

Watching for a minute, just to see if anything happened, Tempest spun around excitedly when nothing did, grinning at Uncle Sir there just like she had known he would be. He was always there. Uncle Sir did not leave. They would never leave each other.

“Uncle Sir!” She cheered. “I found something!” She turned her neck back to look at the something. “It’s… Sticks! I think a wolf lives in it!” Such earnest excitement was not usually something she gave herself over to, but this was really exciting! She found something! All by herself! Scared little Tem! Think how proud her brothers would be if they knew she discovered stick wolves!


Sep 13, 2017 03:40 PM — Post #2

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Bravo Vitnir Fao Staff
 

She spun as if she knew exactly what she’d find, and find it she did, and he smiled openly as she cheered his name. No one called him Bravo these days. No one was around to do so. To Tempest he always hoped to be something else.

He went closer, mindful of his path in the snow and uneven terrain, and listened to her earnest proclamation. “You think a wolf does?” he asked, surprised by this, but not about to burst her bubble with abrupt seriousness.

“Well, that’s a new one to me,” he said, having to raise his voice less now that he lessened the distance considerable.  He figured she had probably found a beaver dam… but who was to say that a wolf had not found a way to inhabit such a thing.

Maybe she knew something he didn’t. He liked the fantasy, anyway.


Sep 14, 2017 07:49 PM — Post #3

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Tempest Isla White CZ
 

It had to be a wolf, didn’t it? “Not a lot of wolves, but it’s big enough to be a den, isn’t it?” Granted, Tempest hadn’t ever gone back to look at her den since she grew up, but she was sure it was about the right size it should be.

Besides, “Aren’t we the only ones that live in dens?” She looked curiously over the stacks of branches. Rabbits didn’t. Burds didn’t. Flowers and clouds didn’t. Um. Um um. What other animals… nope. No dens. Just for them.


Sep 16, 2017 05:04 PM — Post #4

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Bravo Vitnir Fao Staff
 

That made him chuckle a little. Her innocence extended past her heartfelt emotions and into a lack of experience. He could change the latter, and would so she could survive, but he hoped that she always retained the former.

“There are a number of animals that live in ends, darling,” he told her as he joined her in looking at the branches. “Mostly the sorts of animals you would not have met yet—and should avoid doing so, because they could be dangerous. Bears, cougars, and their sorts.  But this, I do not believe, is a den so much as it is what is called a dam.”

He hoped by sparking some new curiosity in her she wouldn’t be too disappointed by the lack of stick wolves.


Sep 18, 2017 02:16 PM — Post #5

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Tempest Isla White CZ
 

Oh?

“What’s a bear? What’s a cougar? What’s a dan? How do you know it’s a dan and not a den?”

It didn’t smell like wolves, but she figured the water washed everything away.

“Is it because it’s in the water?” Water dens were dans. Waaater. Daaaan. Eeeearth. Deeeeen.


Sep 19, 2017 09:51 AM — Post #6

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Bravo Vitnir Fao Staff
 

She had several questions, but she seemed to get stuck on the latter one, which was fine by him.  “It’s a dam,” he corrected gently, emphasis on the m. “But yes, it’s because it’s in the water and it’s made of sticks. Creatures called beavers make them, and they live in them, but the dam also stops water from flowing away.”

Which explained why there was a wetland here. Interesting, actually.


Sep 19, 2017 12:03 PM — Post #7

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