Post by Althaea on Nov 3, 2011 16:20:47 GMT -5
Two-River Fork
Maka - Female Wolf (Cerulean Guest)
Felix - Male Red Fox
Tariro - Male Wolf (Alpha)
--------------------------
Since her semi-acceptance into Cerulean, at least as a guest anyways, Maka had at least done /one/ good thing. She'd managed to make some headway in dealing with Helaku. That's one drama down, and hopefully no new ones to take it's place. So, she's heading in from a run - one of many she does most days, speeding through the trees like a black and white bullet. Woe be to anyone who happens to cross her path unexpectedly.
Though he is hoping to hear positive things about cooperation with this wolf pack and the group at the merge, he can't resist trying to pull a practical joke on the cerulean. It took him a moment to find them, and was happy to see them near a tree. He's climbing it carefully and quietly now. This is going to be great. He won't cause any trouble, but he wants to have a little fun.
Tariro snoozed in a seated position just opposite of the pack at the edge of the shoreline; tail bouncing every so often. His attention divided, the wolf doesn't pay much attention to the sounds of pawsteps in the area figureing them to be one of the pack; the smells however, are something he opens an eye for.
Maka, on the run, is oblivious to the fox's antics for the moment, closing the last bit of distance before she comes to a skittering stop through the snow, leaving a nice rut behind her. Panting, her tongue lolling out slightly, the wolfess offers a toothy smile to Tariro. "G'day Tariro." She offers socially enough. Maka certainly isn't lacking in social graces like some others. "There's a pair of deer up the river a short way. The ice cracked and they got cut off from the others. Probably a good hunting prospect." Her tail wags slightly as she reports in. This is what she had told him she was good at, and now she's trying to show him just what an aid she can be to the pack.
Felix reaches a high point in the tree, and very carefully works his way out onto one of the branches. He's going to see how well he can throw his voice.
Tariro's brows raise upon hearing Maka, eyes opening showly after addressing her with a soft smile. "Hello Maka." Shaking out his coat as he listens to her, he stands to stretch out his limbs, front first, a few seconds later. Looking up river when done, his eyes quint trying to see if perhaps the deer could be seen but he fails to see anything. Looking back to Maka he nods. "What to see if we can catch one?" A good run would do him well. "If your not to tired that is." She already looked worn and would wait if she needed a rest.
"Tired? Me? Hah." Maka replies with a shake of her own fur, a smirk playing on her muzzle as she takes a quick mouthful of snow and gulps it down rather than waiting to get a drink of water. "Nah, it takes more than that to tire me out." She turns her head the same direction he is looking, ears perked. "Might be something for the hunting party, though. I'm not sure just one wolf could take down even the female. She's a fat thing. She could probably squash a wolf just by sitting on them." She has an odd sense of humor, this one, and she nods her head at Tariro. "I can show you though. Think you can keep up?" Oh, there's a bit of challenge there. She's yet to meet the wolf who can best her in a footrace.
Felix leans down just a a bit, to give his idea a shot, when two loud cracks! are heard. Now, anyone who tells you foxes never have anything to be worried about are liars. Right now Felix is worried. Because technically the branch he is on is now a completely seperate entity from the tree. He scrabbles a bit and tries in vain to try and jump back to the tree, ut he's already falling, nothing to jump off of as he descends right into the snow.
Tariro chuckles softly, he didn't think for a moment she would be but had to ask. Slightly disappointed to hear that the deer would be more than a challenge for just one wolf, he smirks wanting to think he was more than enough to take one down but he wasn't about to put it to test. "You may be right." Moveing into the river and dipping his head, he laps at the waters surface before moving up to Maka. "You'd win there, I'm no runner." He mentions. Anyone who knew him could vouch for him on that account. "But lead the way. Lets see this pair." Prepping himself for the journey, Tariro starts to head out when the sound of something hitting snow catches ear. Ears turning back, he hmms peering around. "You hear that?" He asks of Maka before taking notice of the indention in the snow made from the fallen fox.
"Never hurts to try." Maka replies, still seeming as if she might enjoy seeing just how fast the alpha can run. She may not exactly have racing stripes, but she's followed a few eagles in her time. "They're up this wa---iiie." Whoomp. That's when a fox comes tumbling down, leaving an impression in the snow. She turns to look at Tariro. "I didn't know you had flying foxes in this part of the range. I'd heard of them, but never seen one." She sticks her nose towards the hole, twitching it. "Not a very good flying fox, though." Crunching forward in the snow, she just about sticks her muzzle into the hole. "Hello down there." Squint, peer.
Felix soon pokes his head up, a small pile of snow on top of his head. And he shakes up. And then he *glares* at the tree, as if it did it to him. "You stupid tree! You said I could trust you!" He then notices the wolf looking at him. "Oh... hi."
Flying fox, Tariro raises a brow, thats a new one to him. "Dont think I've ever head of one of those before." He states stepping forward behind Maka, meeting up at her side, he looks down into the hole taking a single step back as the fox's head pokes out. "Never trust a tree." He then says. "Their unpredictable. Especially during this time of year."
When the fox's head pops up, Maka ducks her head backwards and side-trots back, actually ending up standing behind Tariro. Big alpha protect her from the little fox! Well, she's not really scared, persay, but you never know. He is sounding awefully crazy and might just have rabies or something. "Um, are you alright? Didn't hit your head or anything did you?" And there goes Tariro talking as if he just took a tumble from a tree, too. Conclusion: Males are crazy. "What were you doing up there, anyways?"
Felix sees Tariro there and recognizes him. The wolf he spoke to about cooperation. Well this is awkward. "Well... that one told me it was..." He then remembers what Rye said. Sometimes they can be deceptive. "I... uh.... was hoping to play a harmless trick. I suppose the tree wanted me to learn a lesson instead." He glares back up at the tree. "Yeah, I'm *watching* you!"
Tariro now took the front lines to the fox a bit surprised that Maka would back away. Sure a fox could be lethal but to a wolf. He head shakes. "It told you.." he looks up at the tree. "I didn't hear anything." Maybe Felix was crazy. Nevermind that, was he alright? "Dont blame the tree for your own mistakes. You probably just found one not fully awake. It takes time for a tree to regain its strength after winter." Like he knew anything about trees; he wasn't the one that took heed to their songs, that was his brother. "Anyhow, are you alright?"
Maka looks between the two with an almost puzzled expression. "I always thought trees were just trees." Well, there were certain trees wolves tended to use for territory marking and the like, but those were just /smelly/ normal trees. She tilts her head, one ear going sideways and one staying upwards in a comic expression of confusion. "Guess the trick got played on you." She settles back into a sitting position. She leans in and stage-whispers to Tariro, as if not expecting Felix to be quite 'with it' enough to hear her. "Are foxes around here always this crazy?"
Felix looks at the tree a moment. It's mocking him. How insulting! The trees back at the merge are more friendly. He looks at Tariro then and looks confused at him. "Oh right... I..." He puts on a smile. "Not everyone knows how to listen."
Tariro turns an ear back to Maka's lowered tone and blinks. "I rightly dont know." He tells her in the same tone as he pulls his head back meeting hers. Gaze focused on the fox he half smiles. "No they dont."
Maka hrms to herself, looking from Tariro to the fox and then back again. With her head close enough to the alpha's side, she gives his shoulder a faint companionable bump, then tries to step up and not look as if she'd just been startled by a fox. "How about you talk to us instead of the tree." Her ears tip forward as she eyes him, seeming a little confused. "Because I can't talk to trees. I've talked to an eagle once." The eagle is the one who gave her the dreams of the 'great sea', but that's a story for another time. Rather than try to question too much more, she digs a bit into the snow, trying to make an escape route for the fox. "You should be more careful, though. The cold makes the tree limbs britle this time of year." She's more down to earth to put much stock in 'spirits'.
Felix gets out from under the snow. He's shivering now. Nothing a good curling up of the tail can't fix, he hopes. "S-so... h-how have y-y-you b-b-been?"
Tariro, unsure of what else to say, stands there stareing at the fox till bumped at the shoulder, looking to Maka with a smile. He wasn't about to say anything about her being startled, he had more respect for her than that. So instead he bumps her back but it comes out more as a nuzzle than a bump. "Swell." He says then, giving Maka some space.
The fact that there is a fox shivering in front of her doesn't seem to go unnoticed by Maka, who sighs to herself. There is a small hint of a smile on her muzzle for the bump-nuzzle from Tariro, but need calls. So, she steps forward and seems to get over her fear of flying foxes to settle herself behind Felix, making a conveniently fuzzy wild-blocker and possible fluffy place to warm himself if he so chooses. "Better than you, obviously." She offers. "You have a name?" Being the newcomer, she at laest should make an attempt at getting to nkow the local wildlife, at least if it isn't trying to kill her by means of falling on her. "I'm Maka." She assumes by the more comfortable way Tariro is acting around the fox that he' at least familiar with him.
Felix doesn't resist when the wolf goes to warm him. After several minutes he does warm up thanks to her efforts. "My name is Felix. I grew up out here."
Tariro doesn't give his name, it was already known. "I'm surprised you down know the trees better then." He chuckles messing with the fox some. Waiting as Maka steps in to help warm the fox, after he asks "How are things at the Merge, Felix?" He wasn't really concerned, but didn't want to pose a threat either. A group of fox and coyote bombarding the pack wasn't on his list of things.
"Not me." Maka replies, and she looks at the tree before tilting her head, eyeing it this way and that as she tries to get some idea what it is the others are seeing with these silly wooden things. Once the fox is reasonably warm, she steps away, giving her fur a bit of shake. At the very least, she has some maternal instincts, buuuttt, they don't last that long with strange little foxes who talk to trees. She watches Tariro instead, seeming to try to read his attitude through his body posture. "What's the 'merge'?" She asks, coming back to stand near the alpha's side.
"It is a peaceful place, by the river." Felix says. "Where I was born, probably where I will die. I grew up beign taught how to help others and to listen to the world about me."
Tariro has left that question to the fox, Felix knowing more about it than he probably ever will. He only passes through it when he's on his way back to the butte. Even thats not very often. Taking a seat, Tar gives a look to Maka once she's made her way back over to him before turning back to the fox.
"I listen." Maka replies, as if she isn't quite sure what is any different. She shrugs her gray shoulders, leaning down to lick at one paw to groom down a bit of fur that had been dampened by her digging into the snow. "It sounds nice, though. Better than where I grew up, anyways." Her amber eyes spot Tariro looking at her, and her gaze does that quick shy look away as her tail curls neatly about her haunches and she sits beside him. "My birth pack lived in the mountains. It was... a hard life. Not much water, or food, but no competition from other wolves. This place is like paradise compared to there."
"You understand how to listen? To trees? Rocks? The river!" Felix says. "They say much about themselves or what they see, but they do not speak in ways one hears."
Tariro listens not having not much else to say about the current topic. Moving an ear to the side as Maka speaks of having been raised up in the mountains it reminds him of the times he onces lived there.. the mountain life was fun while it lasted but not all those memories were great ones. He was glad to be down in the lowlands; its changed his life in so many ways. Looking from shewolf to fox then back he hrms.
Maka shakes her head from side to side, making her fur move along with it. The thick winter pelt is still quite bushy on this one, and it moves around every time she does. "Afraid not. I only see what I see, and hear what I hear." She glances at the tree, then shrugs again. "I know the tree is alive, but I don't hear it speak. As for the rocks, or the river, or the wind... Well, I'm no shaman." She glances at Tariro with another of those shy looks, as if wondering if there is something wrong with her that others hear these things and she doesn't. Maybe they aren't crazy and she's just deaf to some greater world? Maka is a simple soul. "Maybe certain people just aren't meant to hear that sort of thing. I figure I've got too much fluff in my brain for anything else."
Felix opens his eyes. He never really thought of that before. Is he a shaman? A question he'll want to ask Rye. "It's useful. Helps one survive."
"Not everyone hears what Nature provides for us." states Tariro as he takes a seat. "Everyone is different. I for one do not hear them like many of those in the family." He was like his parents, untuned to silence voices. That is why he watched. If he could not hear them, he could at least them instead. "You are unique Maka and I for one admire the unique."
"I've survived." Once more, Maka seems only a bit confused. She had traveled long and far, and seen a great many things, but her world had no great magic in it. No spirits or forces thats he'd ever seen. Perhaps it took more than an open mind to let in those sorts of things. Her eyes linger on Tariro as she gives another slight nod. "But that's alright. I don't mind being different. That's the whole point, I think. If we were all alike, the world would be quite a boring place, don't you think?"
"Oh, I agree. I pride myself in being different as well. And I have lots of fun, too. Which was why I was up in that tree." Felix says looking up at where the branch was.
Tariro nods in utmost agreement. Things were always better when different. Quiet once more he continues his attentive watch.
Maka seems somewhat satisfied with the end result of that conversation. Screw the metaphysical, she's different and that makes her awesome! Or something. Anyways, she pushes herself to her feet. "Hey Tariro, we should get going. Otherwise we might just miss those deer completely." She bobs her head to the fox, and then nudges the alpha in the shoulder a bit more affectionately. Hey, he said he /admired/ unique wolves, so she can appreciate that. "Come on, I'll show you. Hopefully we'll get there in time and they'll still be mulling about." Her tail wags slightly, but at least this time she isn't challenging him to a contest of speed.
Felix shakes off once more and nods to both the wolfs, and turns to go back home as if this never happened.
Tariro wasn't in much of a hurry to catch the where about of the deer, but with the -now- affectionate nudge of his shoulder he smiles greatly and stands. "Alright, lets go." Looking to Felic real quick before he ups and leaves he nods. "Take care Felix. Maybe we'll meet again one day." Which that he turns back to Maka allowing her to lead the way.
Maka - Female Wolf (Cerulean Guest)
Felix - Male Red Fox
Tariro - Male Wolf (Alpha)
--------------------------
Since her semi-acceptance into Cerulean, at least as a guest anyways, Maka had at least done /one/ good thing. She'd managed to make some headway in dealing with Helaku. That's one drama down, and hopefully no new ones to take it's place. So, she's heading in from a run - one of many she does most days, speeding through the trees like a black and white bullet. Woe be to anyone who happens to cross her path unexpectedly.
Though he is hoping to hear positive things about cooperation with this wolf pack and the group at the merge, he can't resist trying to pull a practical joke on the cerulean. It took him a moment to find them, and was happy to see them near a tree. He's climbing it carefully and quietly now. This is going to be great. He won't cause any trouble, but he wants to have a little fun.
Tariro snoozed in a seated position just opposite of the pack at the edge of the shoreline; tail bouncing every so often. His attention divided, the wolf doesn't pay much attention to the sounds of pawsteps in the area figureing them to be one of the pack; the smells however, are something he opens an eye for.
Maka, on the run, is oblivious to the fox's antics for the moment, closing the last bit of distance before she comes to a skittering stop through the snow, leaving a nice rut behind her. Panting, her tongue lolling out slightly, the wolfess offers a toothy smile to Tariro. "G'day Tariro." She offers socially enough. Maka certainly isn't lacking in social graces like some others. "There's a pair of deer up the river a short way. The ice cracked and they got cut off from the others. Probably a good hunting prospect." Her tail wags slightly as she reports in. This is what she had told him she was good at, and now she's trying to show him just what an aid she can be to the pack.
Felix reaches a high point in the tree, and very carefully works his way out onto one of the branches. He's going to see how well he can throw his voice.
Tariro's brows raise upon hearing Maka, eyes opening showly after addressing her with a soft smile. "Hello Maka." Shaking out his coat as he listens to her, he stands to stretch out his limbs, front first, a few seconds later. Looking up river when done, his eyes quint trying to see if perhaps the deer could be seen but he fails to see anything. Looking back to Maka he nods. "What to see if we can catch one?" A good run would do him well. "If your not to tired that is." She already looked worn and would wait if she needed a rest.
"Tired? Me? Hah." Maka replies with a shake of her own fur, a smirk playing on her muzzle as she takes a quick mouthful of snow and gulps it down rather than waiting to get a drink of water. "Nah, it takes more than that to tire me out." She turns her head the same direction he is looking, ears perked. "Might be something for the hunting party, though. I'm not sure just one wolf could take down even the female. She's a fat thing. She could probably squash a wolf just by sitting on them." She has an odd sense of humor, this one, and she nods her head at Tariro. "I can show you though. Think you can keep up?" Oh, there's a bit of challenge there. She's yet to meet the wolf who can best her in a footrace.
Felix leans down just a a bit, to give his idea a shot, when two loud cracks! are heard. Now, anyone who tells you foxes never have anything to be worried about are liars. Right now Felix is worried. Because technically the branch he is on is now a completely seperate entity from the tree. He scrabbles a bit and tries in vain to try and jump back to the tree, ut he's already falling, nothing to jump off of as he descends right into the snow.
Tariro chuckles softly, he didn't think for a moment she would be but had to ask. Slightly disappointed to hear that the deer would be more than a challenge for just one wolf, he smirks wanting to think he was more than enough to take one down but he wasn't about to put it to test. "You may be right." Moveing into the river and dipping his head, he laps at the waters surface before moving up to Maka. "You'd win there, I'm no runner." He mentions. Anyone who knew him could vouch for him on that account. "But lead the way. Lets see this pair." Prepping himself for the journey, Tariro starts to head out when the sound of something hitting snow catches ear. Ears turning back, he hmms peering around. "You hear that?" He asks of Maka before taking notice of the indention in the snow made from the fallen fox.
"Never hurts to try." Maka replies, still seeming as if she might enjoy seeing just how fast the alpha can run. She may not exactly have racing stripes, but she's followed a few eagles in her time. "They're up this wa---iiie." Whoomp. That's when a fox comes tumbling down, leaving an impression in the snow. She turns to look at Tariro. "I didn't know you had flying foxes in this part of the range. I'd heard of them, but never seen one." She sticks her nose towards the hole, twitching it. "Not a very good flying fox, though." Crunching forward in the snow, she just about sticks her muzzle into the hole. "Hello down there." Squint, peer.
Felix soon pokes his head up, a small pile of snow on top of his head. And he shakes up. And then he *glares* at the tree, as if it did it to him. "You stupid tree! You said I could trust you!" He then notices the wolf looking at him. "Oh... hi."
Flying fox, Tariro raises a brow, thats a new one to him. "Dont think I've ever head of one of those before." He states stepping forward behind Maka, meeting up at her side, he looks down into the hole taking a single step back as the fox's head pokes out. "Never trust a tree." He then says. "Their unpredictable. Especially during this time of year."
When the fox's head pops up, Maka ducks her head backwards and side-trots back, actually ending up standing behind Tariro. Big alpha protect her from the little fox! Well, she's not really scared, persay, but you never know. He is sounding awefully crazy and might just have rabies or something. "Um, are you alright? Didn't hit your head or anything did you?" And there goes Tariro talking as if he just took a tumble from a tree, too. Conclusion: Males are crazy. "What were you doing up there, anyways?"
Felix sees Tariro there and recognizes him. The wolf he spoke to about cooperation. Well this is awkward. "Well... that one told me it was..." He then remembers what Rye said. Sometimes they can be deceptive. "I... uh.... was hoping to play a harmless trick. I suppose the tree wanted me to learn a lesson instead." He glares back up at the tree. "Yeah, I'm *watching* you!"
Tariro now took the front lines to the fox a bit surprised that Maka would back away. Sure a fox could be lethal but to a wolf. He head shakes. "It told you.." he looks up at the tree. "I didn't hear anything." Maybe Felix was crazy. Nevermind that, was he alright? "Dont blame the tree for your own mistakes. You probably just found one not fully awake. It takes time for a tree to regain its strength after winter." Like he knew anything about trees; he wasn't the one that took heed to their songs, that was his brother. "Anyhow, are you alright?"
Maka looks between the two with an almost puzzled expression. "I always thought trees were just trees." Well, there were certain trees wolves tended to use for territory marking and the like, but those were just /smelly/ normal trees. She tilts her head, one ear going sideways and one staying upwards in a comic expression of confusion. "Guess the trick got played on you." She settles back into a sitting position. She leans in and stage-whispers to Tariro, as if not expecting Felix to be quite 'with it' enough to hear her. "Are foxes around here always this crazy?"
Felix looks at the tree a moment. It's mocking him. How insulting! The trees back at the merge are more friendly. He looks at Tariro then and looks confused at him. "Oh right... I..." He puts on a smile. "Not everyone knows how to listen."
Tariro turns an ear back to Maka's lowered tone and blinks. "I rightly dont know." He tells her in the same tone as he pulls his head back meeting hers. Gaze focused on the fox he half smiles. "No they dont."
Maka hrms to herself, looking from Tariro to the fox and then back again. With her head close enough to the alpha's side, she gives his shoulder a faint companionable bump, then tries to step up and not look as if she'd just been startled by a fox. "How about you talk to us instead of the tree." Her ears tip forward as she eyes him, seeming a little confused. "Because I can't talk to trees. I've talked to an eagle once." The eagle is the one who gave her the dreams of the 'great sea', but that's a story for another time. Rather than try to question too much more, she digs a bit into the snow, trying to make an escape route for the fox. "You should be more careful, though. The cold makes the tree limbs britle this time of year." She's more down to earth to put much stock in 'spirits'.
Felix gets out from under the snow. He's shivering now. Nothing a good curling up of the tail can't fix, he hopes. "S-so... h-how have y-y-you b-b-been?"
Tariro, unsure of what else to say, stands there stareing at the fox till bumped at the shoulder, looking to Maka with a smile. He wasn't about to say anything about her being startled, he had more respect for her than that. So instead he bumps her back but it comes out more as a nuzzle than a bump. "Swell." He says then, giving Maka some space.
The fact that there is a fox shivering in front of her doesn't seem to go unnoticed by Maka, who sighs to herself. There is a small hint of a smile on her muzzle for the bump-nuzzle from Tariro, but need calls. So, she steps forward and seems to get over her fear of flying foxes to settle herself behind Felix, making a conveniently fuzzy wild-blocker and possible fluffy place to warm himself if he so chooses. "Better than you, obviously." She offers. "You have a name?" Being the newcomer, she at laest should make an attempt at getting to nkow the local wildlife, at least if it isn't trying to kill her by means of falling on her. "I'm Maka." She assumes by the more comfortable way Tariro is acting around the fox that he' at least familiar with him.
Felix doesn't resist when the wolf goes to warm him. After several minutes he does warm up thanks to her efforts. "My name is Felix. I grew up out here."
Tariro doesn't give his name, it was already known. "I'm surprised you down know the trees better then." He chuckles messing with the fox some. Waiting as Maka steps in to help warm the fox, after he asks "How are things at the Merge, Felix?" He wasn't really concerned, but didn't want to pose a threat either. A group of fox and coyote bombarding the pack wasn't on his list of things.
"Not me." Maka replies, and she looks at the tree before tilting her head, eyeing it this way and that as she tries to get some idea what it is the others are seeing with these silly wooden things. Once the fox is reasonably warm, she steps away, giving her fur a bit of shake. At the very least, she has some maternal instincts, buuuttt, they don't last that long with strange little foxes who talk to trees. She watches Tariro instead, seeming to try to read his attitude through his body posture. "What's the 'merge'?" She asks, coming back to stand near the alpha's side.
"It is a peaceful place, by the river." Felix says. "Where I was born, probably where I will die. I grew up beign taught how to help others and to listen to the world about me."
Tariro has left that question to the fox, Felix knowing more about it than he probably ever will. He only passes through it when he's on his way back to the butte. Even thats not very often. Taking a seat, Tar gives a look to Maka once she's made her way back over to him before turning back to the fox.
"I listen." Maka replies, as if she isn't quite sure what is any different. She shrugs her gray shoulders, leaning down to lick at one paw to groom down a bit of fur that had been dampened by her digging into the snow. "It sounds nice, though. Better than where I grew up, anyways." Her amber eyes spot Tariro looking at her, and her gaze does that quick shy look away as her tail curls neatly about her haunches and she sits beside him. "My birth pack lived in the mountains. It was... a hard life. Not much water, or food, but no competition from other wolves. This place is like paradise compared to there."
"You understand how to listen? To trees? Rocks? The river!" Felix says. "They say much about themselves or what they see, but they do not speak in ways one hears."
Tariro listens not having not much else to say about the current topic. Moving an ear to the side as Maka speaks of having been raised up in the mountains it reminds him of the times he onces lived there.. the mountain life was fun while it lasted but not all those memories were great ones. He was glad to be down in the lowlands; its changed his life in so many ways. Looking from shewolf to fox then back he hrms.
Maka shakes her head from side to side, making her fur move along with it. The thick winter pelt is still quite bushy on this one, and it moves around every time she does. "Afraid not. I only see what I see, and hear what I hear." She glances at the tree, then shrugs again. "I know the tree is alive, but I don't hear it speak. As for the rocks, or the river, or the wind... Well, I'm no shaman." She glances at Tariro with another of those shy looks, as if wondering if there is something wrong with her that others hear these things and she doesn't. Maybe they aren't crazy and she's just deaf to some greater world? Maka is a simple soul. "Maybe certain people just aren't meant to hear that sort of thing. I figure I've got too much fluff in my brain for anything else."
Felix opens his eyes. He never really thought of that before. Is he a shaman? A question he'll want to ask Rye. "It's useful. Helps one survive."
"Not everyone hears what Nature provides for us." states Tariro as he takes a seat. "Everyone is different. I for one do not hear them like many of those in the family." He was like his parents, untuned to silence voices. That is why he watched. If he could not hear them, he could at least them instead. "You are unique Maka and I for one admire the unique."
"I've survived." Once more, Maka seems only a bit confused. She had traveled long and far, and seen a great many things, but her world had no great magic in it. No spirits or forces thats he'd ever seen. Perhaps it took more than an open mind to let in those sorts of things. Her eyes linger on Tariro as she gives another slight nod. "But that's alright. I don't mind being different. That's the whole point, I think. If we were all alike, the world would be quite a boring place, don't you think?"
"Oh, I agree. I pride myself in being different as well. And I have lots of fun, too. Which was why I was up in that tree." Felix says looking up at where the branch was.
Tariro nods in utmost agreement. Things were always better when different. Quiet once more he continues his attentive watch.
Maka seems somewhat satisfied with the end result of that conversation. Screw the metaphysical, she's different and that makes her awesome! Or something. Anyways, she pushes herself to her feet. "Hey Tariro, we should get going. Otherwise we might just miss those deer completely." She bobs her head to the fox, and then nudges the alpha in the shoulder a bit more affectionately. Hey, he said he /admired/ unique wolves, so she can appreciate that. "Come on, I'll show you. Hopefully we'll get there in time and they'll still be mulling about." Her tail wags slightly, but at least this time she isn't challenging him to a contest of speed.
Felix shakes off once more and nods to both the wolfs, and turns to go back home as if this never happened.
Tariro wasn't in much of a hurry to catch the where about of the deer, but with the -now- affectionate nudge of his shoulder he smiles greatly and stands. "Alright, lets go." Looking to Felic real quick before he ups and leaves he nods. "Take care Felix. Maybe we'll meet again one day." Which that he turns back to Maka allowing her to lead the way.