Wolfy_Mandalorian
Fanboy, Lurker, Dog and Cat Dad
Three wolves were walking through a thicket of woods, trailing not more than a tail apart and walking in order of height with tallest first. They appeared to be looking for a place to rest, with sounds coming out of the first and last wolf that to the normal human ear wouldn’t sound like much more than huffs and growls, but to a wolfs ear, was a clear argument between where they should be sleeping. The smallest, the female at the back, clearly didn’t seem to care where they set up their camp as long as they did so. She was making complaints of being both tired, and hungry from more than a day of travel. The male in front was getting agitated as he tried to find the right spot to ensure their safety. As the arguing began to escalate, the wolf in the middle dropped the bag he had been carrying in his teeth and began to make noises before nudging them away from each other, which lead to them stopping in the small clearing amongst evenly spaced-out trees. That was where it was decided they would be making camp.
Sarah Crescent snatched the bag in her teeth and slipped behind a tree for a bit of privacy as she shifted back to human, pulling on her pair of fitted jeans, a white shirt and faded pink zipped up sweater. Returning the bag to her brothers, she began to walk around the border of what would be their camp as her brothers were busy shifting. Sarah was trying to calm herself because she had just spent what felt like the last fifteen minutes or more, arguing with her youngest brother about being hungry and needing to make the camp before they had both finally given in to her demand to just choose a spot. However, even she had, had to admit that he was fairly right on the fact that there were no signs of any game for them to hunt. She crinkled her nose at the thought of not getting to eat anything and forced herself to keep walking the circle of their camp so that as they began to set up, it smelled more heavily of her than it did her brothers because of this. It took several minutes before she finally decided to start collecting bits of twigs and fallen branches for a small fire to at least warm up before they all slept in a pile. She didn’t mind the sleep pile, really, but right now she just wanted the crackle of a fire to remind her of home before everything changed. She wanted to remember warm nights in the cabin they grew up in with their parents telling them stories, or her father teaching her about the various things found in nature that could be used for medicine and healing.
Shaking her head, Sarah tried to ignore the uneasy feeling as she cast a look around before handing off some of the twigs to Lucas as he attempted to start a fire while their younger brother seemed to be looking for any signs of game to hunt. Or so she thought, she was content to just zone out on the fire as it grew.
Maxwell Crescent was grumbling softly to himself under his breath, unintelligible even to him as he was clearing out the circle with his older brother Lucas because Sarah was tired. She had complained about sore paws and an empty stomach before it got too much for him and he snapped, telling her to stop before they were separated by force. But it gave him something to focus on, it gave him the benefit of focusing on providing for his siblings and was able to actually protect them as they took the time to rest and relax. As they were nearly done clearing out the space, he went over to a large fallen tree that looked freshly fallen and with a deep breath, dragged it over by himself for them to sit on. As his siblings were starting a fire, the hair on the back of his neck seemed to stand on end and he went on alert, as he straightened to his full height and squared his shoulders as he tried to scent the air and find out if something was around. He stopped being able to detect if anything was around as the first crackles of a fire started behind him. His ears twitched and he turned to look at the fire, the tension left his shoulders but he kept at his full height as he stood like a guard behind his siblings on the log as they all took in the fire. He could remember nights before a fire in their small cabin as a small pup, cradled in their mother’s arms as he watched the sparks and fell asleep there. He would always wake amongst his siblings, but he loved when he just got to be with their parents alone.
Feeling a prickle of warning, he spun around quickly and dropped from his full height into his best defensive stance as a human and growled as best his human throat allowed and bared very human teeth as he tried to tell whatever was there to back off. His reactions had been slow however, having been caught up in a memory and he would be the first to go down.
Yhmera
Sarah Crescent snatched the bag in her teeth and slipped behind a tree for a bit of privacy as she shifted back to human, pulling on her pair of fitted jeans, a white shirt and faded pink zipped up sweater. Returning the bag to her brothers, she began to walk around the border of what would be their camp as her brothers were busy shifting. Sarah was trying to calm herself because she had just spent what felt like the last fifteen minutes or more, arguing with her youngest brother about being hungry and needing to make the camp before they had both finally given in to her demand to just choose a spot. However, even she had, had to admit that he was fairly right on the fact that there were no signs of any game for them to hunt. She crinkled her nose at the thought of not getting to eat anything and forced herself to keep walking the circle of their camp so that as they began to set up, it smelled more heavily of her than it did her brothers because of this. It took several minutes before she finally decided to start collecting bits of twigs and fallen branches for a small fire to at least warm up before they all slept in a pile. She didn’t mind the sleep pile, really, but right now she just wanted the crackle of a fire to remind her of home before everything changed. She wanted to remember warm nights in the cabin they grew up in with their parents telling them stories, or her father teaching her about the various things found in nature that could be used for medicine and healing.
Shaking her head, Sarah tried to ignore the uneasy feeling as she cast a look around before handing off some of the twigs to Lucas as he attempted to start a fire while their younger brother seemed to be looking for any signs of game to hunt. Or so she thought, she was content to just zone out on the fire as it grew.
Maxwell Crescent was grumbling softly to himself under his breath, unintelligible even to him as he was clearing out the circle with his older brother Lucas because Sarah was tired. She had complained about sore paws and an empty stomach before it got too much for him and he snapped, telling her to stop before they were separated by force. But it gave him something to focus on, it gave him the benefit of focusing on providing for his siblings and was able to actually protect them as they took the time to rest and relax. As they were nearly done clearing out the space, he went over to a large fallen tree that looked freshly fallen and with a deep breath, dragged it over by himself for them to sit on. As his siblings were starting a fire, the hair on the back of his neck seemed to stand on end and he went on alert, as he straightened to his full height and squared his shoulders as he tried to scent the air and find out if something was around. He stopped being able to detect if anything was around as the first crackles of a fire started behind him. His ears twitched and he turned to look at the fire, the tension left his shoulders but he kept at his full height as he stood like a guard behind his siblings on the log as they all took in the fire. He could remember nights before a fire in their small cabin as a small pup, cradled in their mother’s arms as he watched the sparks and fell asleep there. He would always wake amongst his siblings, but he loved when he just got to be with their parents alone.
Feeling a prickle of warning, he spun around quickly and dropped from his full height into his best defensive stance as a human and growled as best his human throat allowed and bared very human teeth as he tried to tell whatever was there to back off. His reactions had been slow however, having been caught up in a memory and he would be the first to go down.
Yhmera
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