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Post by Multi-Facets on Aug 12, 2009 22:44:09 GMT -6
Softling, Silent, Silverfang:
**Scouting. Looking for anything of notice/anything useful,** Silent sent. **We should get back to it. If you want to come, better hurry.** He switched to open sending, including Softling this time. *We should run. We've wasted enough time.*
Wanderlust's ears pricked up and her tail started wagging. **Run?** she repeated eagerly.
**Run,** Silent affirmed, and strode away from the tracker and spear-wielder, breaking into the ground-eating jog Wolfriders used on fast scouting missions or short hunts. Wanderlust loped beside him, tail still wagging away, lips pulled back in a big lupine grin. She loved to run about and see new things, which was partly how she had earned her name. It was even better when her elf-friend was with her, and just as nice when he rode her. He would ride soon, no doubt.
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Post by kita on Aug 12, 2009 23:54:31 GMT -6
Silverfang to Silent
Silverfang nodded and followed after Silent. **Starfire!** he sent to the depths of his range, hoping that his wolf-friend would 'hear'. He followed after Silent and smiled when Starfire joined them by his side. Blood stained her muzzle, making Silverfang envious of her successful hunt.
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Post by peachbug on Aug 15, 2009 0:12:06 GMT -6
Softling was now quite sure Silverfang and Silent were carrying on some locksend that she wasn't privy to; and as natural as that was for elves to have their privacies, she was a little nervous, especially after what had happened. It was difficult to get off her mind. "Yes, I don't scent a thing this way...the chieftess will find a better use for us somewhere else, I'm sure." She tried her best to sound relaxed. Similar to every time she'd had some random thought to say, she felt she had something bursting to be said. Should she tell anyone of Silent's sending mishap? Would they scold her for dwelling on the uncomfortable moment?
'Unimportant nonsense!' Softling reminded herself, running easily beside the two. 'Need to focus on scouting. I almost wish there was something to find, just to get my mind forever off this whole mess!'
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Post by Multi-Facets on Aug 15, 2009 23:48:42 GMT -6
Even just running was reflected in the Song, but the rhythm of the physical activity helped clear his mind. Silent wound his mantle around his left arm, carrying the spear in his right, and mostly forgot his frustration and discomfort.
There was a patch of grass that could be used for weaving; there the dirt started turning into clay at the riverbank, there was watercress in the river there. Trivial but possibly useful things. Maybe there just wasn't much to find.
Wanderlust bounded ahead, bouncing as much as running, sharing her glee with her elf-friend, and Silent couldn't help but smile, just a tiny bit.
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Post by kita on Aug 16, 2009 16:46:59 GMT -6
Starfire sped up past Silverfang and absently into Wanderlust's direction. Running and hunting were the things she liked to do the most, though she didn't show it as freely as Wanderlust did.
Silverfang lagged a little behind Silent, trying his hardest not to lose what little he was able to catch. He smiled at Starfire and imagined what it must be like to be a wolf, though he didn't enjoy the prospect of being ridden too much. He never rode Starfire without her permission and was sometimes left behind because of it. He always caught up and he found great satisfaction in showing his wolf-friend the respect she deserved.
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