Post by maka on Mar 3, 2010 15:32:54 GMT -5
Abel, Male Adolescent Wolf
Maka, Female Adolescent Wolf
Wyanet, Female Wolf (Beta)
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Abel has been going to rather great lengths just to avoid Rowtag lately. He knows that he hasn't gone anywhere, and is under some kind of probation with Wyanet, which is why he's been avoid her, too. The adolescent is bitter, and is still unhappy about how Rowtag acted, and what he said about him, and what he said about the Tribe. He knows the wolfdog is just a stupid pup, but he still got under his skin. Abel hasn't even had the chance to talk to Skelaghe about it all, yet. Though that my just be because he hasn't traveled up to the den in a long while. He sits on a short, flat, rock, one that overlooks a lot of the beach, and even provides vantage part-way up the cliff. The sun feels nice as it beats down on his fur, cutting through the chilled wind. It was a cool day, but the midday sun provided warmth where ever it could reach.
As time has passed, Maka has slowly begun to understand more and more about how the pack works. She can no longer claim that her 'newness' is reason enough to be oblivious to the problems the pack faces not only from outside, but from within. Thus, while she wasn't there to experience it, it's easy enough for her to have heard word of the messy situation with Rowtag. For the most part, she's kept an open mind about it, inwardly not quite approving of the alternative of sending a pup off to face the world alone. So, it comes as no surprise to her that it would be bothering Abel as well. Thus, when she spots him in the distance, the girl simply takes her time in approaching, offering a little 'woof' of greeting. Dangling from her mouth is a small rodent, a vole, which she's apparently caught.
Initially, Abel believes it is Wyanet who spotted him. As he's shaken from his daydream, he looks over his shoulder. Much to his surprise, and certainly pleasure, the bark originiated from Maka instead. With one last look to the creek, Abel slinks down off the shoulder-height boulder and takes several steps to Maka, then waits for her to approach. "Hi Maka..." He fakes a smile, but he means for it to be sincere. Honestly, Abel is still cautious around her; Wyanet would call it nervousness, however. He doesn't know Maka very well yet, and he hasn't really had the chance to just chat with her. Granted, he's been a bit preoccupied, but that isn't an excuse.
There's no such nervousness or hesitation in Maka, almost as if she were either unaware of her sister's pressure, or she simply doesn't care about it. She gives a little mumble around her mouthful, and then sets it it down right infront of Abel's paws. "Hey." She licks her lips, getting a bit of red stain off of her white muzzle, and then nudges the tiny rodent towards him. "Brought you a snack. You were spacing out there pretty good for a while, figured you might be hungry." Her tail swishes a bit as she sits back, shaking her head out from side to side. "Guess all this trouble with Rowtag has you wound up... huh?"
Abel loses his smile, embarassed, and wonders how long Maka knew he was up there. He sniffs at the rodent at his paws; it certainly smelled tasty, and he is certainly hungry. Looking up back at Maka, he shrugs as he sits down, and brings his tail in close. "... I guess you've heard about what's going on..." He doesn't have much of an answer for her. Certainly Abel is wound up, angry, sad, confused, a mix of emotions for his former-best friend. They were at one point close. "Thank you for the food." He appreciates it, but can't shake Rowtag from his mind. Perhaps Maka is exactly what he needs to take his mind of Rowtag. At this point, the wolfdog isn't his problem anymore, it was between Skelaghe, Wyanet, and Rowtag. He wants nothing to do with any of it.
For all of her usually easy-going spirit, Maka seems concerned, even worried perhaps. The girl reaches out her muzzle and offers a small nudge to Abel's shoulder. "Yeah, a little." She admits, tucking her ears back against her head in an almost sheepish fashion. "Wolves talk, so I hear things." She admits, and then sits up a little bit straiter, ears lifting just a tinge. "You're welcome, though." She hesitates, and then looks off towards the water, not quite sure she should be the one to be giving advice. "Don't... let Rowtag get to you too much, though, okay? You're a good guy. I can see that even without my sister badgering me to get to know you better." She laughs a little, and manages a faint smile. "He's young, and confused, and ... sees that he's different from the rest of us. He's bound to act out now and again."
Abel smiles when Maka does. "Yeah... Maybe. I don't want to think about him." But he sure can't help it. He wishes he could simply bring up something else to talk about, but until he gets some kind of closure on this, that will be difficult. Contradicting his last statement, he continues on. "He didn't just act out." Abel gets a bit worked up, but closes his eyes and relaxes, trying to keep his cool just for Maka. The fact that she is going out of her way to make him feel better means a lot. It is very clear that Abel took what Rowtag has said and done to heart.
"I know." Maka replies with a soft voice, and bobs her head up and down with understanding. Her muzzle twitches slightly, and then she just sighs. "Listen. I don't have any magic words to fix this. All I can do is offer to be an ear if you want to talk. Or a friend if you want something to take your mind off of things." She seems to perk a little bit, "Eat up, will you?" She chuckles, "I've got something I want to show you." The girl practicely wiggles, seeming as if she's been storing up something as a surprise.
Looking back at the food, Abel licks his lips. "You don't mind?" He's just trying to be polite by not eating the only morsel before Maka. He hunches over with an eager expression and begins tearing at the stomach of the snack. A friend is exactly what the wolf needs at this point; somebody his age, somebody on his side, somebody not Wyanet. He does have a lot on his mind, and only the concern of not bothering Maka keeps Abel from spilling his thoughts. Of course the snack is good, he seems to relax as he finishes what he can. He won't rush her into showing him "something", but he certainly likes surprises... Good surprises, that is.
"If I minded, I wouldn't have got it for you." Maka replies with a bit of a smirk settling on her muzzle. "Silly wolf." She teases, and paws once at his ear as he finally starts to eat. Settling to her haunches, the energy seems to dwindle as she manages to wait patiently for the time being, tail swishing behind her. "By the way... I hope my sister hasn't been bothering you too much." She ducks her head just a little. "She might be Beta, but she can't tell us who to love, right?" She asks, her tone actually sounding a little doubtful. "What is it with everyone trying to fix us up anyways?"
Abel is about to answer her first question, but she continues on. He finishes the meal and lifts his head again, focusing on the question. He shrugs, completely unsure of the answer. It isn't uncomfortable to hear Mom or Wyanet speak about it, but now that he's actually speaking alone with Maka, it *is* embarassing to a point. "Yeah. You're right... I don't know why Skelaghe is pushing, but I don't think Wyanet can help herself." He grins and sticks tongue out, poking some fun at himself and Wyanet. Actually, there was an instance where Maka's sister did push him a bit too far about the whole situation. "What did you want to show me, anyway?"
Maka shakes herself out a bit, the excess fluff around her neck finally settling down after getting a bit mussed from rodent hunting. "She has to stick her big fat nose in my business or she wouldn't be a good older sister." The girl replies, seeming amused rather than embarassed about the whole thing. "Just don't let her come on to you. She chases more tail than any female I've ever seen." With a small laugh, Maka pushes herself to her feet and her tail wags excitedly. "It's up this way. Come on." She invites, and seems to just barely contain an urge to run to where she's stashed her 'surprise'.
"Hah... Noooo kiddin'." Abel laughs, remembering how exactly what Wya has said to the poor adolescent. Nothing short of hitting on him. Maka's excited motions are contagious, Abel stands and wags his own tail. He isn't too concerned about Wya, and for the time being, Rowtag is forgotten. It didn't take much, but it took somebody. He follows along side Maka, trying to scan ahead for something out of the ordinary.
At the far edge of the beach, there is a little group of bushes which the girl pushes her muzzle through. "Hah." Maka latches on to something, and then yanks. A few branches come free with it, but out she pulls a skin of an elk, along with a piece of a broken off skull which still has horns attached. "Some other pack left it on a kill. Pretty good shape, huh?" She asks, and shakes out the hide with her mouth, then lays it flat. There's a few holes, but it's mostly still in one piece, a rareity for a pack kill. "I figured it would make a decent bed, maybe." She then noses at the skull, sweeping her head until she manages to loop the cracked bone over one ear and lifts her head. "I'm the mythical elk-wolf. Rar!" Symbol of maturity, Maka is not.
Being the temporary Alpha is something that Wyanet is soon becoming to get used to, with Skelaghe having taken another one of her personal journeys off to 'find herself', the Beta Female once more finds herself stuffed into the leadership role. At least things have been running smoothly, and she has yet to set the woods on fire. Having been spending a majority of her time with Rowtag lately, even the upstart pup has calmed down, and even has attempted to make amends with those he has wronged, at least in his own way. Humming to herself as she makes her way through the woods, she is singing to herself softly, her voice gentle as it caresses along the soft winds which sweep about the Ute lands.
Abel hops back as she pulls the slightly bloodied skin. "Hahahaaa~ Ew." He gets both a sense of disgust and sense of amazement at looking at the work done on it. She said some other pack? How does she know that, this is too close to Ute territory for another pack to be hunting this close. He quickly runs up to the skin and sniffs it, it makes him hungry more than anything. As she then slinks under it and wears it, Abel laughs again. He nearly tips over from his hearty laughing. "I'm glad you don't actually have antlers." He sticks a tongue out, still grossed out at the deer robbed of life and figure. It was just the skin, just the outsides that couldn't hold any form or shape. He laughs and bites onto the antlers, trying (but not too hard) to remove them.
Hearing the voices in the distance, Wyanet cuts her path over towards them as she ambles on through the brush. Her nose catches the air, recognizing the pair of scents instantly with a hint of amusement. As she lowers herself to the ground, she edges forward, then peeks out from the thick grass to peer at the two of them in play. Maka was always the 'fun' one of the bunch, the one who had the free spirit? Herself? Cold as ice. For a moment, she considers turning about, and heading back the way she came. She wouldn't be welcomed in their play. With a soft breath, she settles backwards in the grass to watch (Spy), and and at least enjoy the sight of her sister playing from afar.
"Oh it's not -that- gross." Maka replies, not seeming to mind the little dried bits of elk meat still clinging to the hide. Still, when he grabs at her antlers, the girl pulls back just a little and laughs, the hide slidding off as the other wolf tugs at it. Shaking herself out, she just smiles, "Found it a ways out of Ute territory." She admits, her tail wagging slightly. "Practicing my scouting. I'm pretty fast, so I doubt most anyone's noticed me coming and going." She seems particularly proud of this fact. Then, her nose twitches slightly, but she doesn't turn her head toward the scent. "Hey Abel, wanna see something else?" She motions with her eyes only, flicking them towards the grasses and trying to silently get the boy to catch on to the spy in their midst. Regardless of if he catches on or not, though... Maka mouths to herself 'three' 'two' 'one', trying to give him time to catch on before she shifts position, racing towards the hidden form of Wyanet before leaping to try to catch her unawares.
Though Abel figured Maka was trying to tell him something, he doesn't quite understand what. He freezes up, and doesn't look to where she hints, making it rather obvious the two knew someone was spying on them. Maka dashes past him, and he leaps to his back paws, thinking she was coming to tackle him. He quickly sees that she is not, and runs past him. Still laughing, runs after her. Though he has no idea what she's doing, be it hunting, tackling someone, or just running for the sake of running, he tries to keep up.
As the two suddenly turn, and bolt towards her hidden spot in the thick grass, Wyanet lowers herself even more, and takes a quick couple of paces back to give her some room. Her eyes narrow slowly, and she tenses her body rigidly. It seems that Maka has caught on to her, but Abel appears to be disorganized. As Maka makes her leap, she finds only the spot of grass where Wya just was at, leaving only her scent behind. Hide and Seek. A familiar game they used to play as pups, when Wya was just nearly their age now. If Maka learned anything from this cat and mouse antics, then she would know that the timber wolf is about to strike. It seems that the male is to be the target, take the bigger one out first. With a distracting, deep growl, she throws herself out at him from the left where the grass is thickest, hoping to bowl him over, before moving on to the thicket ahead of her. Strike and Bolt.
As Maka's feet come down on nothing at all, she doesn't seem to terribly surprised by it. Afterall, Wyanet did have plenty of time to see the two of them coming, even without Abel's stiffness and flinching giving it away before she'd even started. The girl turns, spinning as she realizes all too quickly that the intended counter-attack isn't going to come after her. "Abel, look out!" She calls, but there is laughter in her voice rather then alarm. Even if her sister may be growling, this is play for her, and Maka's tail waves back and forth behind her with amusement. Still, she's played this game before, so has some idea of the older wolf's tactics. Rather than rushing to Abel's aid, Maka shifts herself into position right in Wyanet's path in the hope of making her have to stop, barrel through her, or leap over her to get back into the thicket.
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Maka, Female Adolescent Wolf
Wyanet, Female Wolf (Beta)
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Abel has been going to rather great lengths just to avoid Rowtag lately. He knows that he hasn't gone anywhere, and is under some kind of probation with Wyanet, which is why he's been avoid her, too. The adolescent is bitter, and is still unhappy about how Rowtag acted, and what he said about him, and what he said about the Tribe. He knows the wolfdog is just a stupid pup, but he still got under his skin. Abel hasn't even had the chance to talk to Skelaghe about it all, yet. Though that my just be because he hasn't traveled up to the den in a long while. He sits on a short, flat, rock, one that overlooks a lot of the beach, and even provides vantage part-way up the cliff. The sun feels nice as it beats down on his fur, cutting through the chilled wind. It was a cool day, but the midday sun provided warmth where ever it could reach.
As time has passed, Maka has slowly begun to understand more and more about how the pack works. She can no longer claim that her 'newness' is reason enough to be oblivious to the problems the pack faces not only from outside, but from within. Thus, while she wasn't there to experience it, it's easy enough for her to have heard word of the messy situation with Rowtag. For the most part, she's kept an open mind about it, inwardly not quite approving of the alternative of sending a pup off to face the world alone. So, it comes as no surprise to her that it would be bothering Abel as well. Thus, when she spots him in the distance, the girl simply takes her time in approaching, offering a little 'woof' of greeting. Dangling from her mouth is a small rodent, a vole, which she's apparently caught.
Initially, Abel believes it is Wyanet who spotted him. As he's shaken from his daydream, he looks over his shoulder. Much to his surprise, and certainly pleasure, the bark originiated from Maka instead. With one last look to the creek, Abel slinks down off the shoulder-height boulder and takes several steps to Maka, then waits for her to approach. "Hi Maka..." He fakes a smile, but he means for it to be sincere. Honestly, Abel is still cautious around her; Wyanet would call it nervousness, however. He doesn't know Maka very well yet, and he hasn't really had the chance to just chat with her. Granted, he's been a bit preoccupied, but that isn't an excuse.
There's no such nervousness or hesitation in Maka, almost as if she were either unaware of her sister's pressure, or she simply doesn't care about it. She gives a little mumble around her mouthful, and then sets it it down right infront of Abel's paws. "Hey." She licks her lips, getting a bit of red stain off of her white muzzle, and then nudges the tiny rodent towards him. "Brought you a snack. You were spacing out there pretty good for a while, figured you might be hungry." Her tail swishes a bit as she sits back, shaking her head out from side to side. "Guess all this trouble with Rowtag has you wound up... huh?"
Abel loses his smile, embarassed, and wonders how long Maka knew he was up there. He sniffs at the rodent at his paws; it certainly smelled tasty, and he is certainly hungry. Looking up back at Maka, he shrugs as he sits down, and brings his tail in close. "... I guess you've heard about what's going on..." He doesn't have much of an answer for her. Certainly Abel is wound up, angry, sad, confused, a mix of emotions for his former-best friend. They were at one point close. "Thank you for the food." He appreciates it, but can't shake Rowtag from his mind. Perhaps Maka is exactly what he needs to take his mind of Rowtag. At this point, the wolfdog isn't his problem anymore, it was between Skelaghe, Wyanet, and Rowtag. He wants nothing to do with any of it.
For all of her usually easy-going spirit, Maka seems concerned, even worried perhaps. The girl reaches out her muzzle and offers a small nudge to Abel's shoulder. "Yeah, a little." She admits, tucking her ears back against her head in an almost sheepish fashion. "Wolves talk, so I hear things." She admits, and then sits up a little bit straiter, ears lifting just a tinge. "You're welcome, though." She hesitates, and then looks off towards the water, not quite sure she should be the one to be giving advice. "Don't... let Rowtag get to you too much, though, okay? You're a good guy. I can see that even without my sister badgering me to get to know you better." She laughs a little, and manages a faint smile. "He's young, and confused, and ... sees that he's different from the rest of us. He's bound to act out now and again."
Abel smiles when Maka does. "Yeah... Maybe. I don't want to think about him." But he sure can't help it. He wishes he could simply bring up something else to talk about, but until he gets some kind of closure on this, that will be difficult. Contradicting his last statement, he continues on. "He didn't just act out." Abel gets a bit worked up, but closes his eyes and relaxes, trying to keep his cool just for Maka. The fact that she is going out of her way to make him feel better means a lot. It is very clear that Abel took what Rowtag has said and done to heart.
"I know." Maka replies with a soft voice, and bobs her head up and down with understanding. Her muzzle twitches slightly, and then she just sighs. "Listen. I don't have any magic words to fix this. All I can do is offer to be an ear if you want to talk. Or a friend if you want something to take your mind off of things." She seems to perk a little bit, "Eat up, will you?" She chuckles, "I've got something I want to show you." The girl practicely wiggles, seeming as if she's been storing up something as a surprise.
Looking back at the food, Abel licks his lips. "You don't mind?" He's just trying to be polite by not eating the only morsel before Maka. He hunches over with an eager expression and begins tearing at the stomach of the snack. A friend is exactly what the wolf needs at this point; somebody his age, somebody on his side, somebody not Wyanet. He does have a lot on his mind, and only the concern of not bothering Maka keeps Abel from spilling his thoughts. Of course the snack is good, he seems to relax as he finishes what he can. He won't rush her into showing him "something", but he certainly likes surprises... Good surprises, that is.
"If I minded, I wouldn't have got it for you." Maka replies with a bit of a smirk settling on her muzzle. "Silly wolf." She teases, and paws once at his ear as he finally starts to eat. Settling to her haunches, the energy seems to dwindle as she manages to wait patiently for the time being, tail swishing behind her. "By the way... I hope my sister hasn't been bothering you too much." She ducks her head just a little. "She might be Beta, but she can't tell us who to love, right?" She asks, her tone actually sounding a little doubtful. "What is it with everyone trying to fix us up anyways?"
Abel is about to answer her first question, but she continues on. He finishes the meal and lifts his head again, focusing on the question. He shrugs, completely unsure of the answer. It isn't uncomfortable to hear Mom or Wyanet speak about it, but now that he's actually speaking alone with Maka, it *is* embarassing to a point. "Yeah. You're right... I don't know why Skelaghe is pushing, but I don't think Wyanet can help herself." He grins and sticks tongue out, poking some fun at himself and Wyanet. Actually, there was an instance where Maka's sister did push him a bit too far about the whole situation. "What did you want to show me, anyway?"
Maka shakes herself out a bit, the excess fluff around her neck finally settling down after getting a bit mussed from rodent hunting. "She has to stick her big fat nose in my business or she wouldn't be a good older sister." The girl replies, seeming amused rather than embarassed about the whole thing. "Just don't let her come on to you. She chases more tail than any female I've ever seen." With a small laugh, Maka pushes herself to her feet and her tail wags excitedly. "It's up this way. Come on." She invites, and seems to just barely contain an urge to run to where she's stashed her 'surprise'.
"Hah... Noooo kiddin'." Abel laughs, remembering how exactly what Wya has said to the poor adolescent. Nothing short of hitting on him. Maka's excited motions are contagious, Abel stands and wags his own tail. He isn't too concerned about Wya, and for the time being, Rowtag is forgotten. It didn't take much, but it took somebody. He follows along side Maka, trying to scan ahead for something out of the ordinary.
At the far edge of the beach, there is a little group of bushes which the girl pushes her muzzle through. "Hah." Maka latches on to something, and then yanks. A few branches come free with it, but out she pulls a skin of an elk, along with a piece of a broken off skull which still has horns attached. "Some other pack left it on a kill. Pretty good shape, huh?" She asks, and shakes out the hide with her mouth, then lays it flat. There's a few holes, but it's mostly still in one piece, a rareity for a pack kill. "I figured it would make a decent bed, maybe." She then noses at the skull, sweeping her head until she manages to loop the cracked bone over one ear and lifts her head. "I'm the mythical elk-wolf. Rar!" Symbol of maturity, Maka is not.
Being the temporary Alpha is something that Wyanet is soon becoming to get used to, with Skelaghe having taken another one of her personal journeys off to 'find herself', the Beta Female once more finds herself stuffed into the leadership role. At least things have been running smoothly, and she has yet to set the woods on fire. Having been spending a majority of her time with Rowtag lately, even the upstart pup has calmed down, and even has attempted to make amends with those he has wronged, at least in his own way. Humming to herself as she makes her way through the woods, she is singing to herself softly, her voice gentle as it caresses along the soft winds which sweep about the Ute lands.
Abel hops back as she pulls the slightly bloodied skin. "Hahahaaa~ Ew." He gets both a sense of disgust and sense of amazement at looking at the work done on it. She said some other pack? How does she know that, this is too close to Ute territory for another pack to be hunting this close. He quickly runs up to the skin and sniffs it, it makes him hungry more than anything. As she then slinks under it and wears it, Abel laughs again. He nearly tips over from his hearty laughing. "I'm glad you don't actually have antlers." He sticks a tongue out, still grossed out at the deer robbed of life and figure. It was just the skin, just the outsides that couldn't hold any form or shape. He laughs and bites onto the antlers, trying (but not too hard) to remove them.
Hearing the voices in the distance, Wyanet cuts her path over towards them as she ambles on through the brush. Her nose catches the air, recognizing the pair of scents instantly with a hint of amusement. As she lowers herself to the ground, she edges forward, then peeks out from the thick grass to peer at the two of them in play. Maka was always the 'fun' one of the bunch, the one who had the free spirit? Herself? Cold as ice. For a moment, she considers turning about, and heading back the way she came. She wouldn't be welcomed in their play. With a soft breath, she settles backwards in the grass to watch (Spy), and and at least enjoy the sight of her sister playing from afar.
"Oh it's not -that- gross." Maka replies, not seeming to mind the little dried bits of elk meat still clinging to the hide. Still, when he grabs at her antlers, the girl pulls back just a little and laughs, the hide slidding off as the other wolf tugs at it. Shaking herself out, she just smiles, "Found it a ways out of Ute territory." She admits, her tail wagging slightly. "Practicing my scouting. I'm pretty fast, so I doubt most anyone's noticed me coming and going." She seems particularly proud of this fact. Then, her nose twitches slightly, but she doesn't turn her head toward the scent. "Hey Abel, wanna see something else?" She motions with her eyes only, flicking them towards the grasses and trying to silently get the boy to catch on to the spy in their midst. Regardless of if he catches on or not, though... Maka mouths to herself 'three' 'two' 'one', trying to give him time to catch on before she shifts position, racing towards the hidden form of Wyanet before leaping to try to catch her unawares.
Though Abel figured Maka was trying to tell him something, he doesn't quite understand what. He freezes up, and doesn't look to where she hints, making it rather obvious the two knew someone was spying on them. Maka dashes past him, and he leaps to his back paws, thinking she was coming to tackle him. He quickly sees that she is not, and runs past him. Still laughing, runs after her. Though he has no idea what she's doing, be it hunting, tackling someone, or just running for the sake of running, he tries to keep up.
As the two suddenly turn, and bolt towards her hidden spot in the thick grass, Wyanet lowers herself even more, and takes a quick couple of paces back to give her some room. Her eyes narrow slowly, and she tenses her body rigidly. It seems that Maka has caught on to her, but Abel appears to be disorganized. As Maka makes her leap, she finds only the spot of grass where Wya just was at, leaving only her scent behind. Hide and Seek. A familiar game they used to play as pups, when Wya was just nearly their age now. If Maka learned anything from this cat and mouse antics, then she would know that the timber wolf is about to strike. It seems that the male is to be the target, take the bigger one out first. With a distracting, deep growl, she throws herself out at him from the left where the grass is thickest, hoping to bowl him over, before moving on to the thicket ahead of her. Strike and Bolt.
As Maka's feet come down on nothing at all, she doesn't seem to terribly surprised by it. Afterall, Wyanet did have plenty of time to see the two of them coming, even without Abel's stiffness and flinching giving it away before she'd even started. The girl turns, spinning as she realizes all too quickly that the intended counter-attack isn't going to come after her. "Abel, look out!" She calls, but there is laughter in her voice rather then alarm. Even if her sister may be growling, this is play for her, and Maka's tail waves back and forth behind her with amusement. Still, she's played this game before, so has some idea of the older wolf's tactics. Rather than rushing to Abel's aid, Maka shifts herself into position right in Wyanet's path in the hope of making her have to stop, barrel through her, or leap over her to get back into the thicket.
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