what to do about nothing?

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Bandito

The blue-furred woman laid lazily on a rock under the cover of a few half-dead trees. Bandito licked the blood off her paws from her most recent kill, a smirk on her face. Spring was the best time of the year. It was when the world came back to life, prey flowing freely, the water came back where it was barren over the winter, and there were whelps. Oh, gullible little babies. How she loved to toy with them, send them on silly little dangerous quests for an imaginary prize.

But that also meant she'd have to be around other wolves, gain their trust and then break it and flee after wreaking havoc on their insignificant little lives. That was the boring part, putting on that pretty face and smiling and nodding and leading them on to believe she was their friend. God that word disgusted her.

[Blood]

Cyrus

One paw in front of the other. Measuring the back of his foot to the tip of his claws. Front paw back paw, front paw and then back paw. Cyrus was having way too much fun counting his steps and making sure his walking was in the straightest line possible. Despite his swaying body and occasional step out of place so he could catch himself, the smoky pelted pup was enjoying his afternoon. Well, enjoying the distraction. Unfortunately he actually didn’t remember what he was distracting himself from, but when a shadow crossed his path, he looked up and found a very twisted and dead looking tree.

”Wooooow. What’s wrong with that tree?” He extended the vowels as he looked up at the dark spindly branches with his jaw parted in amazement. Another distraction as he trotted closer to the tree, completely forgetting about his previous activity. His eye twitched as he closely served the dead plant, trying to come up with an answer as to why it had shriveled up. His attention was fully on the specimen he was examining, and not at all on his surroundings. Therefore he was oblivious to the she-wolf perched on the large stone not far from his spot of research.

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Bandito

The blue vixen watched as the whelp stared up into the tree, curiously wondering about why it was dead. Were his parents allowing their child to be uneducated? She snorted quietly in disgust, continuing to observe the brat. He really shouldn't be alone, either, but that was more fun for Bandito.

Dust billowed around her paws as she landed on the ground behind the tiny pup, a friendly smile on her face. It's showtime, ladies.

"Hello there little one! That tree died, it's all shriveled up because it was too dry." A wag of the tail, attentive ears, a soft charming smile. Yes, she looked friendly enough. Approachable. An intense purple gaze waited to be met by the whelp.

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Cyrus;

With his distraction of the twisted tree and his lack of attention elsewhere, Cyrus got quick the scare when the large wolf jumped down behind him. A visible jolt went through his body and his head snapped around. His orange eyes went wide with surprise and his neck fur bristled just the slightest. If it wasn’t the huge grown wolf that almost took up his entire vision, Cyrus would have guessed it was his sister trying to jump scare him because he wasn’t paying attention again. But nope, it was a complete stranger who had very blue fur and more darker blue fur on top of that fur. It was a decent pelt really, with some fancy designs, but it was the dark blue marking that masked her face that set him off. It made the she-wolf look suspicious, like she was up to something and didn’t want others to know her real identity. Appearances could be misguiding, but Cyrus kept his attention very focused on this newcomer and he side stepped just a little and inches backward. If anything, he could run behind the twisted tree.

With a friendly tone of voice and a non-threatening demeanor, this large she-wolf answered Cyrus’ question about the tree that he didn’t even know that he had asked her. His head tilted sideways and he lost track about being safe from the stranger and instead became curious about the dead mangled trees again. His nose poked upward to the sky as his face clearly showed his pondering.

”But, why was it dry? Didn’t it rain at all? When it rains, it rains everywhere, didn’t it rain here?” Cyrus was now confusing himself, and he desperately hoped that this wise she-wolf would know the answers to his ten billion questions.

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She could hardly hold back an amused chuckle as the small brat jolted and his hackles bristled in fear from her sudden movements. He stepped back a bit too. Was she really that intimidating? Good. Well, perhaps not for her current plan. But good to know, for when she decided to strike fear into the hearts of other brats just like this one. For now, though, she had to keep on that pretty little smile.

The gray pelted whelp adopted a distant expression, clearly lost in his own thoughts. But it didn't last long. He hit her with one question after another, a barrage of curiosity. How utterly annoying.

"There was no rain. When it rains, it only rains some places, and it doesn't rain here often. You see, these lands are cursed with a draught. That means there is no rain here. So the trees died. And if one isn't careful and smart, they could end up like your tree friend here." She explained, her tail still wagging. Bandito Sat down, her ears attentive as she awaited his next set of questions. Perhaps after this... she could get him to do something dumb for her own amusement.

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Cyrus;

She was indeed a very wise she-wolf and Cyrus gazed up at her with eyes filled with wonder and curiosity, but also so much confusion still. How could it not rain somewhere but rain somewhere else, and also, who or what decides when it rains and where and how much it should rain. His memory flashed back to when he and his sister were tucked closely beside one another huddled in the small den that they had been born in. Waterfalls of rain had been showering from the booming and flashing sky and mother had gone out to hunt for food. It had been autumn then, and the rain was freezing cold and super heavy and loud. Yet another memory, a very recent one was of him running around in the fresh and moist grass. The sun glinted off of the droplet covered ground while a light sprinkling of rain fell from the bright and partially cloudy sky. Why was rain so confusing.

His question was soon answered by her continued sentence. Something about a curse, so he figured that a curse was what controlled the rain. Where it should rain and where it shouldn’t, and how much and how much not. He didn’t know what a curse was, but he accepted it as the answer to his question.

Cyrus looked at the poor dead tree a while longer, still silent, still thinking and processing a hundred miles an hour. ”You mean someone could shrivel up because they were too dry?” His head turned back to the now sitting she-wolf, she looked smaller and less scary when she sat down. Cyrus liked that better, but his insides were no less calmed as he thought about his sister or mother in a dead twisted shape just like the tree. An expression of horror crossed his face as he looked up at the blue wolf. ”Am I getting too dry?!”