Post by Tyr on Jun 10, 2010 20:05:54 GMT -5
Crooked Brook
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Here the course of the water changes. Beginning in a gentle slope to the side and rolling into a much more dramatic set of small curves, the land around it shifting beautifully around each different movement. Branches hang low over the water in places, providing shade, while other trees stand tall and offer perches to whatever happens to come along. The pebbles and smooth rocks just beneath the surface of the stream seem to be somehow more streamlined here, probably because the gentle current speeds up a bit in this area due to the changing landscape. The banks here are high, creating small overhangs above the water; a particularly large one shelters the entrance to a den burrowed into the riverbank.
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[Into] a Burrow [North] along the Stream
[Southeast] along the Stream [West] to the Forest
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[IC] Anu
[IC] Tyr
It's raining, she's lost track of Tyr, and Anu is /very/ displeased. Things can't get any worse. She knows she probably should have been better behaved around Tyr's new girlfriend or whatever, but that female just rubbed her the wrong way. She can't help it. It was childish, but there's nothing she can do about it now. The wolf can't keep her eyes off the gray clouds. Her gaze is anxious as it searches not for divine clues about her brother's whereabouts, but signs of thunder and lightning. Oh, if she has to track Tyr through this...Ugh. She's already pretty soaked, and she would //really// like to be curled up somewhere safe right about now. That's not really an option, unfortunately.
Anu's brother had left her in disgust. Apparently, he thought, she was incapable of change. Then again, he'd reconciled with himself later, perhaps he wasn't able to do that, either. He'd traveled up the creek on swift paws, not to run away from his sister but to simply /get/ away; he had no desire to return but he didn't feel as though he needed to 'escape' from anything. Still, he followed the winding creek even as the rain began to fall; the rain... it was nothing compared to the snow. After a time he stopped within a thick copse of trees, finding relative shelter among them. The dark wolf snugged close to a thick trunk, sitting with a straight spine as he stared off into the distance. The fur along his back crawled as he felt the air around him take on a strange quality, then in the distance over the mountain range, a faint rumble reached his ears.
Anu shivers at the distant sound, grimacing. Ugh. Wait, is that, "Tyr?" she ventures, approaching the trees cautiously. She's ready for an attack, ready to chase. Ready, she hopes, for anything. She's not angry or frustrated with her brother- no, her emotions have been swept away by the anxiety of the impending storm. Her ears flick nervously in the direction of the growling thunder. As long as it stays that far away, she should be fine...but she knows in her gut that all that noise is crawling closer.
The soldier in him does not move. He can hear the approach of nervous paws, and then his name, and only one of his ears gives him away as it swivels to the side and then snaps back to attention. The dark creature is difficult to see as the roiling clouds above darken the sky, and then unleashes a hard patter of raindrops above them. Tyr takes a deep breath and grumbles inwardly, wrapping his thick tail around his haunches and waits out the inevitable. "Anu," he murmurs, knowing that it is only a matter of time before she finds him. A few drops hit the end of his muzzle, and he blinks involuntarily.
Another clap of thunder spurs her into the protection of the trees. That and the sound of her name help her find her brother without too much trouble. Damn his dark coat, regardless. She sits herself down a couple feet from Tyr, trying not to mind the healthy dose of rain splattering on her through the gaps in the tree leaves. "It's raining," she says, blurting without really thinking. Her anxiety is approaching fear as forks of lightning start to cut the sky. She's not thinking as clearly as usual. The shewolf can't help but steal a glance over her shoulder, her paws shifting nervously.
The low rumbled answer is all that Anu gets from the male, the sound itself overshadowed by an echoing rumble that crescendos into a great crash. It even causes him to jerk his shoulders instinctively. Tyr blinks slowly and deliberately, then turns his face to see his sister next to him; he knew this would happen, for it always did. It rarely rained in the northern country... but when it did... Wordlessly, Anu's brother stands and shuffles the few paces closer to the she-wolf, sitting back down on his haunches as he places his chin on top of her head as another low rumble bellows from the clouds, and a brilliant flash illuminates the gray around them.
Anu instinctively tenses at his proximity, but her apprehension dissolves at the sky's clamor. Instead, she winces and presses closer to him until it passes. Her eyes are squeezed shut, and though she's managing to keep her breathing level, a slight tremble rips through her at the next crash of thunder. She hates this, the storms, the fear that seizes her. No matter how she's tried over the seasons, she just can't suppress this terror. Can't beat it. The heavens themselves are baring their teeth at her, and she wants nothing more than to make it stop. Unfortunately, the solution, like her courage, continues to elude her.
Tyr, too, doesn't know how to help Anu over her fear any more than he knows what to say to her. So, he opts to say nothing and simply wait. Another flash of light and an even quicker crack indicate that the center of the gale is upon them, and as his sister presses against him he steadies his breathing and stills his body; anchor brother. In his eyes, the reflection of the light illuminate pain; pain of the past few days, their battle at their kill, his apology that wasn't an apology, now this, and everything that had ever come before. Brother and sister, blood soldiers forever. Tyr closes his eyes and wills away these thoughts, instead turning a strangely fond gaze to his sister, and washes her face with slow and gentle swipes of his tongue.
The sound of her brother's heartbeat is calming in itself. It's familiar, like home. Though his lick is surprising, the look she gives him is one of gratitude. It's almost enough to make her forget about the storm around them - though another spell of thunder reminds her. It sounds like it's right on top of them now, bearing down on them until they submit. A part of Anu's mind says that it will pass soon, but never soon enough, and she nuzzles into Tyr once again.
Tyr continues to wash the large raindrops out of Anu's fur, though the rain continues to fall on both of them. Her brother is quiet and patient, sticking to the task that he has assigned himself. How long does it go on? Minutes, hours, days, years, lifetimes, maybe? He doesn't concentrate on the minutes as they pass, but he does notice when the feeling in the air becomes less intense and his fur doesn't stand on end quite as much. The rumbles begin to fade away, and the lightning, too, and after a while all that is left is a monotone sky and a steady mist. Tyr takes a deep breath and lifts his head, amber eyes looking up through the wet leaves to the gray world above them. Sigh.
Anu doesn't cry, doesn't whine. She just presses as close to Tyr as she can, breathing, letting herself be soothed. It's a rare sensation. Her brother's movement breaks the spell, and she slowly pulls away from him, scanning the sky as well. "It's over," she confirms softly, sounding relieved. The dampness remains, but at least it's relatively quiet. After a moment and a deep breath, her gaze drops to the male. She doesn't know what to say. She hasn't-- this hasn't happened for quite some time. The shewolf looks to the dirt, feeling sheepish, foolish, and the early tendrils of shame.
The one difference about this forest? There is no family shame here. Tyr looks at his sister, expression gentle but difficult to read. There is certainly no malice behind his eyes, no jeers or taunts to be thrown from his muzzle. He nods, the action causing a trickle of water to soak in behind his ear, causing his ear to twitch, twitch, twitch-- and involuntarily he shakes his head. Damn coat. He won't begrudge Anu her fear; surely his are hidden deep somewhere behind the mask of stoic indifference or light-hearted smiles. "'Tis," he agrees with her at last, sniffing at the damp breeze for signs of anyone, anything else. Nothing.
Anu snorts, partially for the sound of it, partially to clear some of the moisture from Tyr's head shake. She doesn't like this silence. Taking a few steps away from her brother, she shakes herself to free some of the water off it. Hopefully she hasn't splashed him - she's trying to be nice, here. Though he isn't acting like family - the fact that he comforted her at all is entirely opposite to how they were raised - old habits die hard. She knows it's weak, this fear. And weakness can never be tolerated.
Tyr watches his sister, an intense stare from those bright eyes; he can almost feel her cowering, the idea of "weakness"-- the idea that it is somehow intolerable. Tyr's ears curl forward at attention as he wonders, 'What if it was our own weakness that tells us we're alive?' A sound, a mixture of a grunt and a sigh, escapes from him and then he stands, looks at Anu with a strange sort've gaze. "C'mon," he says, a small playful wag of his tail accompanying the word before he legs are bounding forward, racing through the trees. Running, yes, he is running, but he is not running away. A glance over his shoulder to his sister, a barking "command" -- Come, come on! -- and his muscles spur him further into the woods, over rocks and fallen trees, through brush and puddles.
A run? A chase? There is no time to think, only react, and she is leaping after him. Her paws on the damp earth drive out her dreary thoughts as she pushes herself to catch up. Anu moves quickly, and though she bounds into a surprisingly deep puddle, she only splutters a moment before charging forward again. A tiny smile grows on her lips. This, the run, the competition - this is her kind of fun. Her somewhat bulky frame is easily snagged on all manner of brambles, but she ignores it as she races toward her goal: Tyr.
Competition, yes-- Fear, anger, rage, jealousy, no-- Out in front, Tyr calls back to her with a jovial bark that dissolves into a strange sort've laugh, a gruff but natural sound for the dark wolf. His pace isn't hard or at peak speed, and he slows further, half turning around and rearing up on his hinds, bouncing a pace or two then hitting the ground again with all fours. Mud, water, and leaves alike spray up in the game and cover his rich fur tip to toe, but he doesn't seem to care. Another happy bark and yip, and he waits for Anu to catch up, putting on alternative bursts of speed, trots, and bounces into the air. Catch me, catch me!
A quiet laugh slips out from her muzzle. Ty is absolutely ridiculous. Instead of annoying her, as usual, it causes a small spur of happiness within her. All his showing off will just make it easier to catch him, and that thought makes her very happy indeed. She's almost as filthy as he is from plowing straight through any muck or obstacle in her way. Her speed is pretty constant, and there isn't much space between them. Though she's much too far out to have any chance of catching him, she tries to nip at his hind legs. It's playful, not malicious. Well, as playful as a wolf like Anu can make it.
Yes, he is, and that is one of many, many reasons why he has come this far. At the nip at his legs, Tyr slows and turns again, hop-hoping back just a few bounds before rutting his thick skull against Anu's shoulder, gnawing gently at one of her fore legs, then retreating another couple steps to try it again. The sounds from him are light and full of play, the pure anger present there just a day ago is completely vanished. He doesn't hate his sister; he can't. One day, he might be able to teach her, show her what his world is like; away from Akh and the "strength" of training, or battle, or mindless killing. In the rain, in the mud-- who cares?
Anu makes a low noise of surprise as he headbutts her, which turns into a bark of disapproval as his teeth grasp her leg. Hey!! She veers away, trying to twist and grab his ear in her mouth for his second attempt. Ha! After a burst of speed, she turns to face him, hoping to shove him with her broad shoulder if she gets the chance. Thoughts of her family and the problems they pose are entirely cleared from her mind. Only the game with Tyr, this moment are what matter.
Tyr sneezes, the action accompanied by a shake of his head and a light-hearted, quick snap-snap of his teeth as Anu catches him by the ear. He jumps up once, fore legs splayed wide to catch her charge, though it is playful it is still strong and gusts the air from his chest. Tyr lets go of the light grasp he had, paws sliding back down to the ground and he swings his head for another go at her shoulder. THUD. The play slows a little bit, but he still tries to mouth at her face and ears, then legs and paws, then back to the ears, and eventually he finds himself tired, sitting, and panting with his tongue hanging from the side of his jaws and his eyes alive with the thrill of it all.
Anu wuffs every time his fangs find her body, though she does her best to evade and swat at him. She has a few nips in reply, though she is starting to tire as well. Her tongue lolls from her maw, and she slurps from a puddle before copying his posture. A breathless huff of laughter spills from her as she sits and tries to gulp down some air. They haven't done that since...well. Since they were just pups. It's been a while since bites weren't meant to draw blood. The feeling is a strange one. She can't quite decide if it's a good feeling or bad, and resigns to leave those thoughts be. "I - you -" she tries to articulate what just happened, but decides a small smile is as good as anything.
Tyr takes some time to shake out his pelt again, though at this point it will really be hopeless until all the muck and gunk dries out. So instead, he gives up. Eyes, rimmed in white, focus on his sister as she speaks, unable to articulate anything. "We," he responds with a solid nod, finalizing the feeling of energy between the two of them. And here they won't get chastised by their siblings or parents. They.
Anu folds, shifting from sitting to sprawling. That damn smile hasn't left her muzzle, and she is filled with a sense of exhilarating freedom. It's catching up with her now. She is floored by the realization that here, she /can/ just...play. Run for the sake of it, be frightened by things she cannot explain. No family to snap and punish her. Just Tyr. "You're crazy," she breathes, coherent at last.
Tyr smiles at her, purely, simply, and watches as she settles in the grass. He looks away, up to the slowly clearing sky, blinks, then slides down to his belly in the wet grass. It doesn't matter, he soaked and muddied anyway. His thick tail taps the ground, then with a great flop to his side he rolls to his back, legs sprawled up in the air, "Ay-uh," Tyr groans, wriggles his toes in agreement. Yes, yes he is.
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Here the course of the water changes. Beginning in a gentle slope to the side and rolling into a much more dramatic set of small curves, the land around it shifting beautifully around each different movement. Branches hang low over the water in places, providing shade, while other trees stand tall and offer perches to whatever happens to come along. The pebbles and smooth rocks just beneath the surface of the stream seem to be somehow more streamlined here, probably because the gentle current speeds up a bit in this area due to the changing landscape. The banks here are high, creating small overhangs above the water; a particularly large one shelters the entrance to a den burrowed into the riverbank.
=================================== Exits ========================================
[Into] a Burrow [North] along the Stream
[Southeast] along the Stream [West] to the Forest
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[IC] Anu
[IC] Tyr
It's raining, she's lost track of Tyr, and Anu is /very/ displeased. Things can't get any worse. She knows she probably should have been better behaved around Tyr's new girlfriend or whatever, but that female just rubbed her the wrong way. She can't help it. It was childish, but there's nothing she can do about it now. The wolf can't keep her eyes off the gray clouds. Her gaze is anxious as it searches not for divine clues about her brother's whereabouts, but signs of thunder and lightning. Oh, if she has to track Tyr through this...Ugh. She's already pretty soaked, and she would //really// like to be curled up somewhere safe right about now. That's not really an option, unfortunately.
Anu's brother had left her in disgust. Apparently, he thought, she was incapable of change. Then again, he'd reconciled with himself later, perhaps he wasn't able to do that, either. He'd traveled up the creek on swift paws, not to run away from his sister but to simply /get/ away; he had no desire to return but he didn't feel as though he needed to 'escape' from anything. Still, he followed the winding creek even as the rain began to fall; the rain... it was nothing compared to the snow. After a time he stopped within a thick copse of trees, finding relative shelter among them. The dark wolf snugged close to a thick trunk, sitting with a straight spine as he stared off into the distance. The fur along his back crawled as he felt the air around him take on a strange quality, then in the distance over the mountain range, a faint rumble reached his ears.
Anu shivers at the distant sound, grimacing. Ugh. Wait, is that, "Tyr?" she ventures, approaching the trees cautiously. She's ready for an attack, ready to chase. Ready, she hopes, for anything. She's not angry or frustrated with her brother- no, her emotions have been swept away by the anxiety of the impending storm. Her ears flick nervously in the direction of the growling thunder. As long as it stays that far away, she should be fine...but she knows in her gut that all that noise is crawling closer.
The soldier in him does not move. He can hear the approach of nervous paws, and then his name, and only one of his ears gives him away as it swivels to the side and then snaps back to attention. The dark creature is difficult to see as the roiling clouds above darken the sky, and then unleashes a hard patter of raindrops above them. Tyr takes a deep breath and grumbles inwardly, wrapping his thick tail around his haunches and waits out the inevitable. "Anu," he murmurs, knowing that it is only a matter of time before she finds him. A few drops hit the end of his muzzle, and he blinks involuntarily.
Another clap of thunder spurs her into the protection of the trees. That and the sound of her name help her find her brother without too much trouble. Damn his dark coat, regardless. She sits herself down a couple feet from Tyr, trying not to mind the healthy dose of rain splattering on her through the gaps in the tree leaves. "It's raining," she says, blurting without really thinking. Her anxiety is approaching fear as forks of lightning start to cut the sky. She's not thinking as clearly as usual. The shewolf can't help but steal a glance over her shoulder, her paws shifting nervously.
The low rumbled answer is all that Anu gets from the male, the sound itself overshadowed by an echoing rumble that crescendos into a great crash. It even causes him to jerk his shoulders instinctively. Tyr blinks slowly and deliberately, then turns his face to see his sister next to him; he knew this would happen, for it always did. It rarely rained in the northern country... but when it did... Wordlessly, Anu's brother stands and shuffles the few paces closer to the she-wolf, sitting back down on his haunches as he places his chin on top of her head as another low rumble bellows from the clouds, and a brilliant flash illuminates the gray around them.
Anu instinctively tenses at his proximity, but her apprehension dissolves at the sky's clamor. Instead, she winces and presses closer to him until it passes. Her eyes are squeezed shut, and though she's managing to keep her breathing level, a slight tremble rips through her at the next crash of thunder. She hates this, the storms, the fear that seizes her. No matter how she's tried over the seasons, she just can't suppress this terror. Can't beat it. The heavens themselves are baring their teeth at her, and she wants nothing more than to make it stop. Unfortunately, the solution, like her courage, continues to elude her.
Tyr, too, doesn't know how to help Anu over her fear any more than he knows what to say to her. So, he opts to say nothing and simply wait. Another flash of light and an even quicker crack indicate that the center of the gale is upon them, and as his sister presses against him he steadies his breathing and stills his body; anchor brother. In his eyes, the reflection of the light illuminate pain; pain of the past few days, their battle at their kill, his apology that wasn't an apology, now this, and everything that had ever come before. Brother and sister, blood soldiers forever. Tyr closes his eyes and wills away these thoughts, instead turning a strangely fond gaze to his sister, and washes her face with slow and gentle swipes of his tongue.
The sound of her brother's heartbeat is calming in itself. It's familiar, like home. Though his lick is surprising, the look she gives him is one of gratitude. It's almost enough to make her forget about the storm around them - though another spell of thunder reminds her. It sounds like it's right on top of them now, bearing down on them until they submit. A part of Anu's mind says that it will pass soon, but never soon enough, and she nuzzles into Tyr once again.
Tyr continues to wash the large raindrops out of Anu's fur, though the rain continues to fall on both of them. Her brother is quiet and patient, sticking to the task that he has assigned himself. How long does it go on? Minutes, hours, days, years, lifetimes, maybe? He doesn't concentrate on the minutes as they pass, but he does notice when the feeling in the air becomes less intense and his fur doesn't stand on end quite as much. The rumbles begin to fade away, and the lightning, too, and after a while all that is left is a monotone sky and a steady mist. Tyr takes a deep breath and lifts his head, amber eyes looking up through the wet leaves to the gray world above them. Sigh.
Anu doesn't cry, doesn't whine. She just presses as close to Tyr as she can, breathing, letting herself be soothed. It's a rare sensation. Her brother's movement breaks the spell, and she slowly pulls away from him, scanning the sky as well. "It's over," she confirms softly, sounding relieved. The dampness remains, but at least it's relatively quiet. After a moment and a deep breath, her gaze drops to the male. She doesn't know what to say. She hasn't-- this hasn't happened for quite some time. The shewolf looks to the dirt, feeling sheepish, foolish, and the early tendrils of shame.
The one difference about this forest? There is no family shame here. Tyr looks at his sister, expression gentle but difficult to read. There is certainly no malice behind his eyes, no jeers or taunts to be thrown from his muzzle. He nods, the action causing a trickle of water to soak in behind his ear, causing his ear to twitch, twitch, twitch-- and involuntarily he shakes his head. Damn coat. He won't begrudge Anu her fear; surely his are hidden deep somewhere behind the mask of stoic indifference or light-hearted smiles. "'Tis," he agrees with her at last, sniffing at the damp breeze for signs of anyone, anything else. Nothing.
Anu snorts, partially for the sound of it, partially to clear some of the moisture from Tyr's head shake. She doesn't like this silence. Taking a few steps away from her brother, she shakes herself to free some of the water off it. Hopefully she hasn't splashed him - she's trying to be nice, here. Though he isn't acting like family - the fact that he comforted her at all is entirely opposite to how they were raised - old habits die hard. She knows it's weak, this fear. And weakness can never be tolerated.
Tyr watches his sister, an intense stare from those bright eyes; he can almost feel her cowering, the idea of "weakness"-- the idea that it is somehow intolerable. Tyr's ears curl forward at attention as he wonders, 'What if it was our own weakness that tells us we're alive?' A sound, a mixture of a grunt and a sigh, escapes from him and then he stands, looks at Anu with a strange sort've gaze. "C'mon," he says, a small playful wag of his tail accompanying the word before he legs are bounding forward, racing through the trees. Running, yes, he is running, but he is not running away. A glance over his shoulder to his sister, a barking "command" -- Come, come on! -- and his muscles spur him further into the woods, over rocks and fallen trees, through brush and puddles.
A run? A chase? There is no time to think, only react, and she is leaping after him. Her paws on the damp earth drive out her dreary thoughts as she pushes herself to catch up. Anu moves quickly, and though she bounds into a surprisingly deep puddle, she only splutters a moment before charging forward again. A tiny smile grows on her lips. This, the run, the competition - this is her kind of fun. Her somewhat bulky frame is easily snagged on all manner of brambles, but she ignores it as she races toward her goal: Tyr.
Competition, yes-- Fear, anger, rage, jealousy, no-- Out in front, Tyr calls back to her with a jovial bark that dissolves into a strange sort've laugh, a gruff but natural sound for the dark wolf. His pace isn't hard or at peak speed, and he slows further, half turning around and rearing up on his hinds, bouncing a pace or two then hitting the ground again with all fours. Mud, water, and leaves alike spray up in the game and cover his rich fur tip to toe, but he doesn't seem to care. Another happy bark and yip, and he waits for Anu to catch up, putting on alternative bursts of speed, trots, and bounces into the air. Catch me, catch me!
A quiet laugh slips out from her muzzle. Ty is absolutely ridiculous. Instead of annoying her, as usual, it causes a small spur of happiness within her. All his showing off will just make it easier to catch him, and that thought makes her very happy indeed. She's almost as filthy as he is from plowing straight through any muck or obstacle in her way. Her speed is pretty constant, and there isn't much space between them. Though she's much too far out to have any chance of catching him, she tries to nip at his hind legs. It's playful, not malicious. Well, as playful as a wolf like Anu can make it.
Yes, he is, and that is one of many, many reasons why he has come this far. At the nip at his legs, Tyr slows and turns again, hop-hoping back just a few bounds before rutting his thick skull against Anu's shoulder, gnawing gently at one of her fore legs, then retreating another couple steps to try it again. The sounds from him are light and full of play, the pure anger present there just a day ago is completely vanished. He doesn't hate his sister; he can't. One day, he might be able to teach her, show her what his world is like; away from Akh and the "strength" of training, or battle, or mindless killing. In the rain, in the mud-- who cares?
Anu makes a low noise of surprise as he headbutts her, which turns into a bark of disapproval as his teeth grasp her leg. Hey!! She veers away, trying to twist and grab his ear in her mouth for his second attempt. Ha! After a burst of speed, she turns to face him, hoping to shove him with her broad shoulder if she gets the chance. Thoughts of her family and the problems they pose are entirely cleared from her mind. Only the game with Tyr, this moment are what matter.
Tyr sneezes, the action accompanied by a shake of his head and a light-hearted, quick snap-snap of his teeth as Anu catches him by the ear. He jumps up once, fore legs splayed wide to catch her charge, though it is playful it is still strong and gusts the air from his chest. Tyr lets go of the light grasp he had, paws sliding back down to the ground and he swings his head for another go at her shoulder. THUD. The play slows a little bit, but he still tries to mouth at her face and ears, then legs and paws, then back to the ears, and eventually he finds himself tired, sitting, and panting with his tongue hanging from the side of his jaws and his eyes alive with the thrill of it all.
Anu wuffs every time his fangs find her body, though she does her best to evade and swat at him. She has a few nips in reply, though she is starting to tire as well. Her tongue lolls from her maw, and she slurps from a puddle before copying his posture. A breathless huff of laughter spills from her as she sits and tries to gulp down some air. They haven't done that since...well. Since they were just pups. It's been a while since bites weren't meant to draw blood. The feeling is a strange one. She can't quite decide if it's a good feeling or bad, and resigns to leave those thoughts be. "I - you -" she tries to articulate what just happened, but decides a small smile is as good as anything.
Tyr takes some time to shake out his pelt again, though at this point it will really be hopeless until all the muck and gunk dries out. So instead, he gives up. Eyes, rimmed in white, focus on his sister as she speaks, unable to articulate anything. "We," he responds with a solid nod, finalizing the feeling of energy between the two of them. And here they won't get chastised by their siblings or parents. They.
Anu folds, shifting from sitting to sprawling. That damn smile hasn't left her muzzle, and she is filled with a sense of exhilarating freedom. It's catching up with her now. She is floored by the realization that here, she /can/ just...play. Run for the sake of it, be frightened by things she cannot explain. No family to snap and punish her. Just Tyr. "You're crazy," she breathes, coherent at last.
Tyr smiles at her, purely, simply, and watches as she settles in the grass. He looks away, up to the slowly clearing sky, blinks, then slides down to his belly in the wet grass. It doesn't matter, he soaked and muddied anyway. His thick tail taps the ground, then with a great flop to his side he rolls to his back, legs sprawled up in the air, "Ay-uh," Tyr groans, wriggles his toes in agreement. Yes, yes he is.