Post by Sohtoh on Feb 2, 2010 0:45:14 GMT -5
Starring:
Siwa - Female Juvenile Wolf
Rowtag - Male Juvenile Wolfdog
Setting:
Curling Creek
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It'd been a few days since the juvenile had ran off from the site of the den, his anger at the entire pack still something that was a valid concern. /Especially/ Ciqala and Abel. His brother and half-brother, the latter who he'd actually begun to rely on to an extent. Why he did that, now he had no idea. The black and tan pup rested here at the creek, his form laying on his stomach close to the bank of the water, his claws dug into the soft earth and his ears pinned back. Was that even growling? Yep. Growing at nothing, just letting off steam. Either way, he certainly was still upset, and for good reason, too.
If she had super-sensory powers - like ESP or visions of the future - ANY way at all to know the kind of mood the other youth was in, there's no doubt that Siwa would turn around and head right back to the den. But she doesn't have any way of knowing why lies ahead, and all she can think of is the burn of thirst in her throat. The girl-child pads along the well-worn path toward the creek, and it's not until she's quite close to the water that she hears the sound of growling. Little muscles tensing, Siwa glances toward Rowtag and her eyes narrow slightly. Oh. It's HIM.
The boy's ears perk up only slightly, and the scowl doesn't leave his face at the sight of an /Ute/ wolf. In fact, he snarls a bit more, standing up with the fur along his back bristling up, even going so far as to bare his teeth and lick at his lips. Oh, yes. /Someone/ was in a mood. "Go away!" He growled agressively, and took a step toward the girl, though he wouldn't ever actually harm her. Not unless she did something that warranted defense, which.. he doubted.
She maintains her location, but she can't help hunkering closer to the ground as his hostility rolls over her. But her own hackles begin to bristle as well, and almost reluctantly she bares her own teeth right back at him, doing her best to give him ample warning of the consequences of harassing her. "I'm thirsty." Siwa watches him carefully in her peripheral vision as she moves closer to the water. "It ain't YOUR water, you cracknob," she adds with scorn in her back-country cant.
Claws still digging into the ground, Rowtag knows better than to attack this girl like he would Ciqala, or even talk back to her too much like he would his mother, or some of the other adults of the pack. He hardly knows her, and the fact that she's sticking up for herself actually makes him blink, and his snarl fades away. Laying back down in his spot with a 'tch' sound, the wolfdog watches her in the corners of his eyes, his ears still pinned flat back. "It's not YOUR water either.." He mutters, and stares into the water again, quiet.
Not trusting Rowtag as far as she could lob him, Siwa continues to keep tabs on the other wolf the entire time she takes her drink. When she's finished, she stands and wipes the lingering water away on her foreleg. His words are completely ignored, as mulish as they were, but Siwa is bothered by his mood. The recollection of the way he spoke to Skelaghe the other day flashes across her mind, and with a soft sigh Siwa girdes her loins for a conversation that will probably turn out to be utterly pointless. "Why do you sass your ma so?" she asks, ears folded already as she anticipates his angry response. "Ignore me if you want, but mind I'll thrash you 'til your eyebrows bleed if you come at me." Nothing like a good old fashioned warning.
Resting his chin on his forelegs, the dark hybrid continued to merely glare into the water for a while there, not wanting to get up and move at all. What was he going to do? This whole situation was way too much for his young mind to handle. He had run away from home again, this time, without the want or even will to return. Abel would still be mad at him, and his shoulder was still hurting from a bruise that had formed. It'd be appropriate to think about what Ciqala's paw felt like today, but he didn't care about his brother's pain, he cared about /his/. So the question about his mother was left alone, the pup merely glared sharply in the other direction, not wanting to talk or even look at the girl. But, some words were said after all. "..Leave me alone."
Frankly, she's surprised he said that much and for a brief moment her face lays that emotion bare. Quickly, though, Siwa lets out a snort and turns a disgusted glare on Rowtag. "I'd /love/ to," she snaps, "But first I want you to know how much it vexes me to hear you sauce Mistress Skelaghe. From what I've seen, she takes a butt-load of your stupidness every day without blinking an eye. My own ma would've tanned my idiot hide if I dared speak to her so, and if /I/ were your ma I'd make it so you couldn't move for wincing!" As her tirade comes to a close her small, serious face is wrinkled up in annoyance. Finally and with another loud snort she turns her back on him and begins to stalk away, stiff-legged and purposeful.
Frankly, she's surprised he said that much and for a brief moment her face lays that emotion bare. Quickly, though, Siwa lets out a snort and turns a disgusted glare on Rowtag. "I'd /love/ to," she snaps, "But first I want you to know how much it vexes me to hear you sauce Mistress Skelaghe. From what I've seen, she takes a butt-load of your stupidness every day without blinking an eye. My own ma would've tanned my idiot hide if I dared speak to her so, and if /I/ were your ma I'd make it so you couldn't move for wincing!" As her tirade comes to a close her small, serious face is wrinkled up in annoyance. Finally and with another loud snort she turns her back on him and begins to stalk away, stiff-legged and purposeful.
"I don't care how much I /vex/ you." He snapped back, his growl returning and his ears still pushed back as far as they could go. Could he not find /anywhere/ that he could just be alone? Not to mention that he was hungry. Good thing that he'd ate on the day that he ran away, because the poor boy had only managed to catch a mouse or two and feed on that. His stomach rumbled loud enough for Siwa to hear, but he turned around so as not to face her, not caring whether she left or not. Why would he care? It wasn't like they were friends. "Go back to my mom then, if you like her so much." He grumbled into the grass, keeping his eyes away from her.
"I will, but not because you told me too," she calls back as she continues to move away. His stomach's grumbling fills up the silence as Siwa stops talking, but all she does in response is huff bitterly. "Maybe when you've come over thin as a stick you'll better appreciate what you got. There's a nice fat rabbit kill at the den mouth, not that you care. I'm a bit full already, but like as not I can fit in a bit more. I'm going to be nice and plumpish come winter." Take that, Mr. Sulky-Pants.
"Yeah right.." He mutters, and his mouth begins to salivate at the mention of a rabbit kill.. but, he won't go back. Not this time. In fact, if he wanted to make good his escape from Ute, he should probably be on the move anyway. Still, he remained there, just.. not wanting to get up. "I'd rather starve out here then go back there. Anything is better than there.." Rowtag's growl returned with this comment, and he locked eyes with the girl, muzzle wrinkling again.
Pausing at the head of the trail that leads back toward the den, Siwa whirls around to face Rowtag, and her face is full of restrained contempt. It's the kind of feeling that is only superficial, for now, and will probably vanish once she has time alone to calm down, but at this moment Siwa has to hold herself back from shouting. Instead, she says in a voice like ice, "You've plenty of bark but you've no bite, Rowtag, you silly thing. You don't know aught about being on your own and you'd best swallow your pride and come back soon or gods bless it you'll be sorry. Starving ain't no fun and the sooner you stop your silliness and come back home, the happier you'll be." Without another word, Siwa turns on her heel and disappears down the path.
No bite? Oh, he had plenty of bite. Just not toward her. He'd bitten his own mother, and nipped at others before just because they said something he didn't like. For whatever reason though; probably the fact that she stood up to him and was around his age, something that he wasn't used to.. he left her alone. Another growl was given though, which turned into a bit of a whine as soon as Siwa was gone. He sure was hungry.. but there was no way that he was going back there. Not back to everyone who he disliked, and who disliked him right back. Nope! He'd find his father, and would tag along with him. Surely there had to be other dogs around who knew of Vincent? For now though, a rest to soothe his aching, empty stomach was just what was needed. Without saying anything to Siwa, Rowtag ignored her as she left, and remained as content as he could be in that little spot of his.
Siwa - Female Juvenile Wolf
Rowtag - Male Juvenile Wolfdog
Setting:
Curling Creek
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It'd been a few days since the juvenile had ran off from the site of the den, his anger at the entire pack still something that was a valid concern. /Especially/ Ciqala and Abel. His brother and half-brother, the latter who he'd actually begun to rely on to an extent. Why he did that, now he had no idea. The black and tan pup rested here at the creek, his form laying on his stomach close to the bank of the water, his claws dug into the soft earth and his ears pinned back. Was that even growling? Yep. Growing at nothing, just letting off steam. Either way, he certainly was still upset, and for good reason, too.
If she had super-sensory powers - like ESP or visions of the future - ANY way at all to know the kind of mood the other youth was in, there's no doubt that Siwa would turn around and head right back to the den. But she doesn't have any way of knowing why lies ahead, and all she can think of is the burn of thirst in her throat. The girl-child pads along the well-worn path toward the creek, and it's not until she's quite close to the water that she hears the sound of growling. Little muscles tensing, Siwa glances toward Rowtag and her eyes narrow slightly. Oh. It's HIM.
The boy's ears perk up only slightly, and the scowl doesn't leave his face at the sight of an /Ute/ wolf. In fact, he snarls a bit more, standing up with the fur along his back bristling up, even going so far as to bare his teeth and lick at his lips. Oh, yes. /Someone/ was in a mood. "Go away!" He growled agressively, and took a step toward the girl, though he wouldn't ever actually harm her. Not unless she did something that warranted defense, which.. he doubted.
She maintains her location, but she can't help hunkering closer to the ground as his hostility rolls over her. But her own hackles begin to bristle as well, and almost reluctantly she bares her own teeth right back at him, doing her best to give him ample warning of the consequences of harassing her. "I'm thirsty." Siwa watches him carefully in her peripheral vision as she moves closer to the water. "It ain't YOUR water, you cracknob," she adds with scorn in her back-country cant.
Claws still digging into the ground, Rowtag knows better than to attack this girl like he would Ciqala, or even talk back to her too much like he would his mother, or some of the other adults of the pack. He hardly knows her, and the fact that she's sticking up for herself actually makes him blink, and his snarl fades away. Laying back down in his spot with a 'tch' sound, the wolfdog watches her in the corners of his eyes, his ears still pinned flat back. "It's not YOUR water either.." He mutters, and stares into the water again, quiet.
Not trusting Rowtag as far as she could lob him, Siwa continues to keep tabs on the other wolf the entire time she takes her drink. When she's finished, she stands and wipes the lingering water away on her foreleg. His words are completely ignored, as mulish as they were, but Siwa is bothered by his mood. The recollection of the way he spoke to Skelaghe the other day flashes across her mind, and with a soft sigh Siwa girdes her loins for a conversation that will probably turn out to be utterly pointless. "Why do you sass your ma so?" she asks, ears folded already as she anticipates his angry response. "Ignore me if you want, but mind I'll thrash you 'til your eyebrows bleed if you come at me." Nothing like a good old fashioned warning.
Resting his chin on his forelegs, the dark hybrid continued to merely glare into the water for a while there, not wanting to get up and move at all. What was he going to do? This whole situation was way too much for his young mind to handle. He had run away from home again, this time, without the want or even will to return. Abel would still be mad at him, and his shoulder was still hurting from a bruise that had formed. It'd be appropriate to think about what Ciqala's paw felt like today, but he didn't care about his brother's pain, he cared about /his/. So the question about his mother was left alone, the pup merely glared sharply in the other direction, not wanting to talk or even look at the girl. But, some words were said after all. "..Leave me alone."
Frankly, she's surprised he said that much and for a brief moment her face lays that emotion bare. Quickly, though, Siwa lets out a snort and turns a disgusted glare on Rowtag. "I'd /love/ to," she snaps, "But first I want you to know how much it vexes me to hear you sauce Mistress Skelaghe. From what I've seen, she takes a butt-load of your stupidness every day without blinking an eye. My own ma would've tanned my idiot hide if I dared speak to her so, and if /I/ were your ma I'd make it so you couldn't move for wincing!" As her tirade comes to a close her small, serious face is wrinkled up in annoyance. Finally and with another loud snort she turns her back on him and begins to stalk away, stiff-legged and purposeful.
Frankly, she's surprised he said that much and for a brief moment her face lays that emotion bare. Quickly, though, Siwa lets out a snort and turns a disgusted glare on Rowtag. "I'd /love/ to," she snaps, "But first I want you to know how much it vexes me to hear you sauce Mistress Skelaghe. From what I've seen, she takes a butt-load of your stupidness every day without blinking an eye. My own ma would've tanned my idiot hide if I dared speak to her so, and if /I/ were your ma I'd make it so you couldn't move for wincing!" As her tirade comes to a close her small, serious face is wrinkled up in annoyance. Finally and with another loud snort she turns her back on him and begins to stalk away, stiff-legged and purposeful.
"I don't care how much I /vex/ you." He snapped back, his growl returning and his ears still pushed back as far as they could go. Could he not find /anywhere/ that he could just be alone? Not to mention that he was hungry. Good thing that he'd ate on the day that he ran away, because the poor boy had only managed to catch a mouse or two and feed on that. His stomach rumbled loud enough for Siwa to hear, but he turned around so as not to face her, not caring whether she left or not. Why would he care? It wasn't like they were friends. "Go back to my mom then, if you like her so much." He grumbled into the grass, keeping his eyes away from her.
"I will, but not because you told me too," she calls back as she continues to move away. His stomach's grumbling fills up the silence as Siwa stops talking, but all she does in response is huff bitterly. "Maybe when you've come over thin as a stick you'll better appreciate what you got. There's a nice fat rabbit kill at the den mouth, not that you care. I'm a bit full already, but like as not I can fit in a bit more. I'm going to be nice and plumpish come winter." Take that, Mr. Sulky-Pants.
"Yeah right.." He mutters, and his mouth begins to salivate at the mention of a rabbit kill.. but, he won't go back. Not this time. In fact, if he wanted to make good his escape from Ute, he should probably be on the move anyway. Still, he remained there, just.. not wanting to get up. "I'd rather starve out here then go back there. Anything is better than there.." Rowtag's growl returned with this comment, and he locked eyes with the girl, muzzle wrinkling again.
Pausing at the head of the trail that leads back toward the den, Siwa whirls around to face Rowtag, and her face is full of restrained contempt. It's the kind of feeling that is only superficial, for now, and will probably vanish once she has time alone to calm down, but at this moment Siwa has to hold herself back from shouting. Instead, she says in a voice like ice, "You've plenty of bark but you've no bite, Rowtag, you silly thing. You don't know aught about being on your own and you'd best swallow your pride and come back soon or gods bless it you'll be sorry. Starving ain't no fun and the sooner you stop your silliness and come back home, the happier you'll be." Without another word, Siwa turns on her heel and disappears down the path.
No bite? Oh, he had plenty of bite. Just not toward her. He'd bitten his own mother, and nipped at others before just because they said something he didn't like. For whatever reason though; probably the fact that she stood up to him and was around his age, something that he wasn't used to.. he left her alone. Another growl was given though, which turned into a bit of a whine as soon as Siwa was gone. He sure was hungry.. but there was no way that he was going back there. Not back to everyone who he disliked, and who disliked him right back. Nope! He'd find his father, and would tag along with him. Surely there had to be other dogs around who knew of Vincent? For now though, a rest to soothe his aching, empty stomach was just what was needed. Without saying anything to Siwa, Rowtag ignored her as she left, and remained as content as he could be in that little spot of his.