Post by Althaea on Dec 5, 2012 20:56:57 GMT -5
Where: Woodland Clearing
Who: Althaea, Ikuna(alpha)
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It has been days since she crossed paths with the plains to the north and the wolf who offered to help in her endeavors. Althaea, quick to turn him down, put a permanent hold her actions to seek information on a different matter. Returning to the clearing, after a quick stop to see Brutal near the den, one wolf comes to mind to fill her curiosity- her uncle. Sifting through the nearby undergrowth the open clearing is met with a shake of her coat and a eager glance. Moving up to a patch of light on the ground, 'Thaea looks up to the just visible sun.
At first, Ikuna is absent from the clearing, but his own absences seldom last for long. Soon enough, there's moment in the brush, movement that quickly resolves into the shape of a wolf. He's starting to bulk out again with spring after the sparse eating of winter. Also, he's starting to shed, and a trail of fluff follows him as he enters and wuffs a quiet greeting.
Shedding, a girls worse fear. But for Althaea it's also a thing of favor. Birds flying in from the trees, signal out when fresh materials are near for their nests. Dropping down, one darts past the young shewolf catching her attention and shifting her gaze to follow it. Ears up to the wuff, noticing her uncle turns her around and she wuffs back. "Hello Uncle."
The more daring birds are the ones that try to steal wolf-fluff straight from the source of a sleeping wolf. Ikuna looks to the darting bird for a moment, and chuckles slightly before looking back to his niece. "Hey, Althaea," he says, and smiles. "How are you doing?" There's a tilt of curiosity, for Ikuna certainly hasn't missed the signs of her departure recently, but he doesn't ask about it directly. Not right now, anyhow.
Althaea simply smirks at the thieving birds. Who can blame them really. "I'm well, though I'm curious about something." Taking a few steps toward her uncle she pauses to give glance back toward the beam of light across the ground. "The other day I heard someone speak of the sun as Tobba." She looks back. "Who's Tobba?"
"Oh?" asks Ikuna, and pads closer as well, then follows Althaea's gaze back to the sunbeam. His ears perk at the mention of Tobba, and then he laughs a little, shaking his head. "Your father or Wachiwa knows that better than I do," he says, then frowns for a moment. But then, neither of those wolves is often around, are they? If these things are to be told, it seems to come to him to tell it. He seats himself, taking a moment to gather his thoughts. "Tobba is the sun, yes, but it's something more than that. It's... a spirit for the pack. Someone to watch over us, someone to try and help us." He hesitates a moment. "I'm not much for spirits; that's why Skahla would tell this better, but whether Tobba is real or not, there's something important there. We should watch over each other, help each other... that's why I decided to wear the mark of Tobba." He indicates the sun marking on his shoulder. "To remind me of that."
Althaea knew she should of paid more attention to Wachiwa's stories. It was to late now however- her aunt very distant wolf. A moments frown brings her to then realizes that not all is lost. Listening to her uncle, she nods looking down to his shoulder where the odd marking of a sun marks the hairs there. Starring at it for a moment, she looks up and nods once more. "The pack sure has drifted from Tobba's reach hasn't it." The whole part on watching over each other and helping.. it sure seemed distant. A work in progress perhaps. Another look is given to the sun mark and she smiles. "I like it." It would stand out on her coat, but that's not the point.
"Ute is an old and varied pack," says Ikuna. "We have come from many places. Your mother's parents came in search of a cure for disease, your father's to seek peace instead of war. I think both of those reach toward Tobba... but look." He tilts his muzzle up, pointing it to the sky. "There is the sun, so far away. We cannot possibly reach it. Even the birds cannot fly that far, but that warmth still reaches us. Even if we never achieve anything fully, we can still try, and there's good in the attempt."
Since listening to Ikuna, the Ute she was born into seems like only a fraction of what should be known about it. What happened? Why have they gone so far from the old ways? Where these all questions no one knew the answer to anymore.. Looking up as her uncle does to the sun her eyes squint. The warmth of the sun was something she often missed since puphood. The love that everyone shared- it fell upon thin lines. "So as long as the warmth is there, there is hope." Says Althaea. It was something she wanted to believe in at least.
Ikuna closes his eyes, letting himself just feel the warmth of the sun. "There's always hope. Whether it's warm, or whether it's cold and dark. Hope is the one thing that can't be taken away, only given up." After saying that, he's quiet for a moment. "What do you hope for, Althaea?"
Althaea nods as her uncle has a point. Warmth was always there no matter if the sun shown through the trees or the clouds. She only meant that so long as the sun shown there would also be another day to try again- to continue whats been started. Taking a seat and looking to the ground, she takes a moment to think over Ikuna's question before looking up and saying, "I hope for peace, love.." Pausing momentarily, "For us as a pack to come together and find it in ourselves to forgive and grow stronger from our mistakes." For herself it would purpose. To move forward in the pack that will help everyone.
Ikuna slowly lowers his head and opens his eyes again, looking at Althaea. He smiles, a curve of his muzzle. "Big hopes," he says, and sighs. "Peace is a hard thing to have. When your father was a pup, the pack was divided over our parents being alphas. When I was a pup, it was your uncle Mori's children that had everyone fighting. There's always something. That doesn't mean we can't try - or that we shouldn't try - but even wolves that love each other fight."
Althaea remembers hearing of those times. Everything turned out fine in the end didn't they? At times it looked like they did. "When I was a pup it was the dogs." Even now it was the dogs. What they did to Wachiwa.. her pups. Now to Tala.. would her pups be the same? "Your right. There will always be something to divide us, but we've always managed to work through it." Taking a seat she says, "I just hope for days like when we were young again. When we all laughed and had fun.
Everything has left its mark on the pack. There's no idyllic times, just... times, and more times after them. Ikuna stretches slowly, arching along his back. "That's why we keep trying," he says with a smile, then tilts his head. "And why can't you have those days today? What stops you from having fun?"
"I've.." Althaea looks down as if ashamed. "We're not as close as we once were." She still sort of takes blame for the packs split when she befriended Brutal. Risking your packs life to bring unity has its perils. In the end, only caution was left, so much so that what really mattered was lost- family. "We worry to much of whats to come rather than whats happening now. Sure the future is important but so is the present. Without the present there is no future." Her uncle should know what she means well having fought with Ahiga over what the future would be like only to disrupt an existing relationship. Looking up she says, "I'm willing to try if everyone else is."
"Sometimes, I wonder if that's just part of growing up," says Ikuna in a contemplative tone. He glances upwards, to where the sun alights on the tops of the trees and paints the new green leaves with gold. His gaze goes back to her, and he shakes his head, smiling. "Try even if nobody else is," he says fondly, and then his head tilts and he gets an inquisitive look. "But... speaking of the present. What is happening with you and Brutal?" He hasn't missed that his niece has grown to adulthood over this past winter, oh no, but his tone is simply curious.
Althaea is about to shrug when she's asked a question about Brutal and herself. An unexpected change of subject is made but it was one to make her smile. "Brutal and I... winter has made us close." Something she's sure her uncle has noticed all to well. "He's been given another chance on life, and love, so I believe he is to be staying with us." With all that they share with each other, determining what the wolf is thinking isn't always easy. "I just hope the pack doesn't turn him away again."
Ikuna nods, seeming unsurprised with what Althaea tells him. The alpha does keep an eye on things... and think about them, as he does now with a moment of silence. Perhaps he's considering on the wolves of his pack, how Ahiga and Brutal put together in the past exploded, how Kurux does the same. So many connections, both loving and troublesome, between these wolves. He tilts his head to Althaea. "Don't worry too much about the future." He smiles slightly as he repeats her own advice back at her. "Summer is coming, and I think..." He tilts his head, considering for a moment, then laughs. "Yes, I think we'll have a pack meeting." He nods to himself, still grinning slightly. "All of us, and that includes your Brutal, here at the first full moon. We'll get things sorted out."
Althaea smiles as her own advise is being used on her. Don't just preach, do. "Just keeping it in mind." Chuckling along with him for a moment, she falls quiet to the mention of a meeting in the summer. Rather curious now, she holds her smile wanting to say thank you but there wasn't anything to be thankful for yet. "I'll let him know, make sure he's there."
Ikuna smiles, and nods to Althaea. "Good," he says, and then carries on with smiling to himself, walking his forelegs down and sprawling to enjoy the sunlight and warm of spring.
The smile on her uncles face was now starting to creep Althaea out a little. Was he smiling to himself or to someone else? Whoever it was too she just looks away, standing to shake out her coat once more. Watching her uncle for a moment she moves up to his side and nosing his neck a few times then steps around to join him in the warmth of the light.
Ikuna simply has thoughts he finds smile-worthy, that's all! Not that he's bothering to share them right now. Or maybe he's just in a good mood. Even alphas are allowed that sometimes. He wurfs softly at the nose bumping, and noses Althaea back before simply relaxing in the calm and warm of a nice spring day. Ahhh.
Who: Althaea, Ikuna(alpha)
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It has been days since she crossed paths with the plains to the north and the wolf who offered to help in her endeavors. Althaea, quick to turn him down, put a permanent hold her actions to seek information on a different matter. Returning to the clearing, after a quick stop to see Brutal near the den, one wolf comes to mind to fill her curiosity- her uncle. Sifting through the nearby undergrowth the open clearing is met with a shake of her coat and a eager glance. Moving up to a patch of light on the ground, 'Thaea looks up to the just visible sun.
At first, Ikuna is absent from the clearing, but his own absences seldom last for long. Soon enough, there's moment in the brush, movement that quickly resolves into the shape of a wolf. He's starting to bulk out again with spring after the sparse eating of winter. Also, he's starting to shed, and a trail of fluff follows him as he enters and wuffs a quiet greeting.
Shedding, a girls worse fear. But for Althaea it's also a thing of favor. Birds flying in from the trees, signal out when fresh materials are near for their nests. Dropping down, one darts past the young shewolf catching her attention and shifting her gaze to follow it. Ears up to the wuff, noticing her uncle turns her around and she wuffs back. "Hello Uncle."
The more daring birds are the ones that try to steal wolf-fluff straight from the source of a sleeping wolf. Ikuna looks to the darting bird for a moment, and chuckles slightly before looking back to his niece. "Hey, Althaea," he says, and smiles. "How are you doing?" There's a tilt of curiosity, for Ikuna certainly hasn't missed the signs of her departure recently, but he doesn't ask about it directly. Not right now, anyhow.
Althaea simply smirks at the thieving birds. Who can blame them really. "I'm well, though I'm curious about something." Taking a few steps toward her uncle she pauses to give glance back toward the beam of light across the ground. "The other day I heard someone speak of the sun as Tobba." She looks back. "Who's Tobba?"
"Oh?" asks Ikuna, and pads closer as well, then follows Althaea's gaze back to the sunbeam. His ears perk at the mention of Tobba, and then he laughs a little, shaking his head. "Your father or Wachiwa knows that better than I do," he says, then frowns for a moment. But then, neither of those wolves is often around, are they? If these things are to be told, it seems to come to him to tell it. He seats himself, taking a moment to gather his thoughts. "Tobba is the sun, yes, but it's something more than that. It's... a spirit for the pack. Someone to watch over us, someone to try and help us." He hesitates a moment. "I'm not much for spirits; that's why Skahla would tell this better, but whether Tobba is real or not, there's something important there. We should watch over each other, help each other... that's why I decided to wear the mark of Tobba." He indicates the sun marking on his shoulder. "To remind me of that."
Althaea knew she should of paid more attention to Wachiwa's stories. It was to late now however- her aunt very distant wolf. A moments frown brings her to then realizes that not all is lost. Listening to her uncle, she nods looking down to his shoulder where the odd marking of a sun marks the hairs there. Starring at it for a moment, she looks up and nods once more. "The pack sure has drifted from Tobba's reach hasn't it." The whole part on watching over each other and helping.. it sure seemed distant. A work in progress perhaps. Another look is given to the sun mark and she smiles. "I like it." It would stand out on her coat, but that's not the point.
"Ute is an old and varied pack," says Ikuna. "We have come from many places. Your mother's parents came in search of a cure for disease, your father's to seek peace instead of war. I think both of those reach toward Tobba... but look." He tilts his muzzle up, pointing it to the sky. "There is the sun, so far away. We cannot possibly reach it. Even the birds cannot fly that far, but that warmth still reaches us. Even if we never achieve anything fully, we can still try, and there's good in the attempt."
Since listening to Ikuna, the Ute she was born into seems like only a fraction of what should be known about it. What happened? Why have they gone so far from the old ways? Where these all questions no one knew the answer to anymore.. Looking up as her uncle does to the sun her eyes squint. The warmth of the sun was something she often missed since puphood. The love that everyone shared- it fell upon thin lines. "So as long as the warmth is there, there is hope." Says Althaea. It was something she wanted to believe in at least.
Ikuna closes his eyes, letting himself just feel the warmth of the sun. "There's always hope. Whether it's warm, or whether it's cold and dark. Hope is the one thing that can't be taken away, only given up." After saying that, he's quiet for a moment. "What do you hope for, Althaea?"
Althaea nods as her uncle has a point. Warmth was always there no matter if the sun shown through the trees or the clouds. She only meant that so long as the sun shown there would also be another day to try again- to continue whats been started. Taking a seat and looking to the ground, she takes a moment to think over Ikuna's question before looking up and saying, "I hope for peace, love.." Pausing momentarily, "For us as a pack to come together and find it in ourselves to forgive and grow stronger from our mistakes." For herself it would purpose. To move forward in the pack that will help everyone.
Ikuna slowly lowers his head and opens his eyes again, looking at Althaea. He smiles, a curve of his muzzle. "Big hopes," he says, and sighs. "Peace is a hard thing to have. When your father was a pup, the pack was divided over our parents being alphas. When I was a pup, it was your uncle Mori's children that had everyone fighting. There's always something. That doesn't mean we can't try - or that we shouldn't try - but even wolves that love each other fight."
Althaea remembers hearing of those times. Everything turned out fine in the end didn't they? At times it looked like they did. "When I was a pup it was the dogs." Even now it was the dogs. What they did to Wachiwa.. her pups. Now to Tala.. would her pups be the same? "Your right. There will always be something to divide us, but we've always managed to work through it." Taking a seat she says, "I just hope for days like when we were young again. When we all laughed and had fun.
Everything has left its mark on the pack. There's no idyllic times, just... times, and more times after them. Ikuna stretches slowly, arching along his back. "That's why we keep trying," he says with a smile, then tilts his head. "And why can't you have those days today? What stops you from having fun?"
"I've.." Althaea looks down as if ashamed. "We're not as close as we once were." She still sort of takes blame for the packs split when she befriended Brutal. Risking your packs life to bring unity has its perils. In the end, only caution was left, so much so that what really mattered was lost- family. "We worry to much of whats to come rather than whats happening now. Sure the future is important but so is the present. Without the present there is no future." Her uncle should know what she means well having fought with Ahiga over what the future would be like only to disrupt an existing relationship. Looking up she says, "I'm willing to try if everyone else is."
"Sometimes, I wonder if that's just part of growing up," says Ikuna in a contemplative tone. He glances upwards, to where the sun alights on the tops of the trees and paints the new green leaves with gold. His gaze goes back to her, and he shakes his head, smiling. "Try even if nobody else is," he says fondly, and then his head tilts and he gets an inquisitive look. "But... speaking of the present. What is happening with you and Brutal?" He hasn't missed that his niece has grown to adulthood over this past winter, oh no, but his tone is simply curious.
Althaea is about to shrug when she's asked a question about Brutal and herself. An unexpected change of subject is made but it was one to make her smile. "Brutal and I... winter has made us close." Something she's sure her uncle has noticed all to well. "He's been given another chance on life, and love, so I believe he is to be staying with us." With all that they share with each other, determining what the wolf is thinking isn't always easy. "I just hope the pack doesn't turn him away again."
Ikuna nods, seeming unsurprised with what Althaea tells him. The alpha does keep an eye on things... and think about them, as he does now with a moment of silence. Perhaps he's considering on the wolves of his pack, how Ahiga and Brutal put together in the past exploded, how Kurux does the same. So many connections, both loving and troublesome, between these wolves. He tilts his head to Althaea. "Don't worry too much about the future." He smiles slightly as he repeats her own advice back at her. "Summer is coming, and I think..." He tilts his head, considering for a moment, then laughs. "Yes, I think we'll have a pack meeting." He nods to himself, still grinning slightly. "All of us, and that includes your Brutal, here at the first full moon. We'll get things sorted out."
Althaea smiles as her own advise is being used on her. Don't just preach, do. "Just keeping it in mind." Chuckling along with him for a moment, she falls quiet to the mention of a meeting in the summer. Rather curious now, she holds her smile wanting to say thank you but there wasn't anything to be thankful for yet. "I'll let him know, make sure he's there."
Ikuna smiles, and nods to Althaea. "Good," he says, and then carries on with smiling to himself, walking his forelegs down and sprawling to enjoy the sunlight and warm of spring.
The smile on her uncles face was now starting to creep Althaea out a little. Was he smiling to himself or to someone else? Whoever it was too she just looks away, standing to shake out her coat once more. Watching her uncle for a moment she moves up to his side and nosing his neck a few times then steps around to join him in the warmth of the light.
Ikuna simply has thoughts he finds smile-worthy, that's all! Not that he's bothering to share them right now. Or maybe he's just in a good mood. Even alphas are allowed that sometimes. He wurfs softly at the nose bumping, and noses Althaea back before simply relaxing in the calm and warm of a nice spring day. Ahhh.