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Post by Fierfly on Nov 25, 2016 20:13:54 GMT -5
(( Blood)) Rontu:
Finally! A little walk around the territory! The chalky-white little ball of fur gave a clumsy little jump of excitement when he'd managed to slip off for a few minutes to investigate his home. "Here I come world!" he decided determinedly, "Come and get me! I'm ready, just bring it on! I want an adventure! Let's get this thing going!" This little montage of thoughts of adventure with slight variations lasted for about twenty steps until a fat little squirrel suddenly dashed down the tree next to him and ran right across his paws. The ears righted and focused on the rodent and the mute pup crouched down, waggled his rump and set off chasing, maw flying madly with barks that wouldn't be heard. A few patches of snow still lingered in the mid-spring shadows and Rontu jumped at the cold feeling on his sensitive little paw-pads, but he would not be distracted - he wanted that squirrel! The silly thing was too startled by its own error of having touched a predator to have the presence of mind to rush back up into a tree and instead dived into a hollow in a trunk of one of the older trees in the grove. Unacceptable! Rontu managed a squeak of a whimper and tentatively, then determinedly stuck his paws into the hollow and began digging - sloppily as clumps of mud stuck to his toes and he didn't push the gathered dirt far enough away and it just fell back into the hole, but he was digging. His little racoon-stripped tail wagged eagerly, "Come back squirrel! I'm gonna getcha anyway!"
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Post by Blood on Nov 26, 2016 3:57:36 GMT -5
Sleep, sleep and a safe place to lay down was the first thing West sought when he joined this new pack. This Secluded Sunrise. The leader seemed genuine and trustable, and even though he hadn't made introductions with all of the other members, he let himself feel a little safe among these new wolves. His body had eagerly excepted the rest, thankful for any sort of peace free from the immediate dangers of the wild.
Large gray ears twitched to the sound of a dull thumping and flopping that roused West from his sleep. Deep sea green eyes flashed open and absorbed the surroundings, a pale little lump of fur caught his eye first among the tall trees and clusters of roots as it stumbled past him. His large paws a bit too big for his size, but the young thing seemed happy,and that made West reveal a subtile smile as he lifted his head to watch the pup romp. From above, a soft chittering also attracted the attention of the adult's swiveling ears as a squirrel dashed down a tree and across the path of the little wolf. With that a mad chose broke out, and west watched the pup stumble after the small rodent with scrambling paws everywhere.
A rumbling cramp of hunger expressed its presence to the male wolf, but he grudgingly pushed it aside and stood with effort. His muscles stiff from the long rest, but he felt much better as he sauntered over to the white wolf pup who was miserably failing at digging out the fleeing squirrel that had run under a mess of roots for cover. Coming up next the the stranger youngling, West abservered the frantically digging paws before taking his own large paw and scooping out a small hill of earth. "Hello little hunter, do you need help catching the squirrel?"
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Post by Fierfly on Nov 26, 2016 16:25:28 GMT -5
Rontu:
The little chalky pup jumped at an unfamiliar voice and whirled around to face the adult male it belonged to. Grayish white...different from his own coat but the same basic principle upon the colors. He was grown up and a little bit older, a few scars even showed though but Rontu being the friendly little rascal he was just beamed a smile, nodded politely and turned curiously back to the squirrel's refuge under the tree as the older male used his larger paws to dig the little runaway out.
The larger male's scent was different, but slowly picking up the smells of the territory, so he must have been fairly new - or that would have been what Rontu surmised if he wasn't still too little both to care and to fully understand just what this strange world of packs and territories was that he'd been born into. An active little gray nose poked into the hole the squirrel was hiding in and growled savagely, "This is your last warning: come out with your paws up!" he mentally warned the fugitive. Tail wagging wildly with this new game and a new friend.
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Post by Blood on Nov 27, 2016 2:06:40 GMT -5
A bright grin formed on West's maw as the large turquoise eyes looked up at him, first in surprise then in excitement. With a quick nod of his head, the pup continued digging, his golden striped paws covered in dirt. Small wads of earth kicked up around the wiggling body and slowly the tension in West's demonear began to ease as he watched the young wolf. It was hard to get at the heart of the wilderness worn adult, but a wolf pup this adorable immedietly melted away any barriers.
Westariquo crouched down to the pup's level, his muscles trained to the feeling of preparation before the hunt. He placed a big paw in front to halt the young one's digging and whispered, "I have a plan to catch the squirrel, but you have to hide over there and wait." With the point of his muzzle West indicated towards a clump of underbrush. "I will go around and try to scare the squirrel out from the roots." West brought himself to his full height above the pup, but continued relaying his plan. "And then, once it comes out, bam! You attack." A smile lit West's face as he touched his nose to the pup's ear and stepped past him. He walked around the mess of roots and began scrapping at the ground hoping to frighten the small rodent out of its hiding place.
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Post by Fierfly on Nov 28, 2016 9:53:31 GMT -5
Rontu:
"We're gonna getchya ya silly little squirrel! I'm gonna catch ya and take you home to show Mey, Val and Ferox! Surrender squirrel! We shall win!" and such were the thoughts running through his masked little head as he dug furiously beside his new friend. Sudden the older male put a paw in Rontu's path and bade him stop. "We ain't quittin' are we?" his expression and a quick squeak asked, but no, Friend told him to go and hide behind a clump of underbrush while he chased the squirrel out. "Oh! ambush him huh? Okey-doke," the little gray head bobbed and he hustled over - dirty paws and all - to the afore mentioned clump of scrub.
"Okay Mr. Squirrel, let's get this going." he wagged his tail once before crouching still in wait. A frantic little ball of fluff burst out of the hole as Friend's paw reached deep into his hiding place and he once again dashed past the little cub. He squeaked and pounced, paws landing on the fuzzy tail, but as it slipped through he began a mad chase of squeaks and cut off yips and howls of excitement after the furry little victim.
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Post by Blood on Nov 29, 2016 2:35:49 GMT -5
West watched as the little white pup pranced over to the pile of under brush and waited until he had hid himself before scaring out the squirrel. With quick maneuvers the gray brute scratched at the tree roots and dug his claws into the ground, attempting to chase out the rodent from his back door. A scuttle of gray told him that his plan had worked, and excited yips came from the little wolfling as he jumped at the squirrel and caught its tail. West smiled wide, his pale red tongue slightly lolled out past his sharp fangs. Unexpectedly, the sneaky squirrel got free and bounded off, the pup right behind it squeaking in exhilaration. The thrill of a chase coursed through West's body as he desperately wanted to leap after the rodent and swipe it down, but he knew the only way for the young hunter to get better, was to learn from his own skills and mistakes. West did lunge forward, keeping his eye on the lashing white stripped tale of the pup as he chased after the squirrel, and trotted after them. All the while stunted barks and squeaks filled the air, but no words yet from his new small friend.
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Post by Fierfly on Nov 29, 2016 16:10:42 GMT -5
Rontu:
Oversized paws and too-long legs spun madly through the air as the desperate chase continued and Friend followed at a respectful distance of observation. "Git back here you!" Rontu growled savagely (or his best attempt at it which really wasn't very threatening) and made one more pounce for his victim. He closed his eyes for the impact and when they shyly opened again he was delighted to find the trembling little ball of fur beneath his paws. "Yes! I gotcha! Told ya I would." there was a quick, hoarse little yip of victory before he eagerly began sniffing at the squirrel. It was just an ordinary squirrel, same as any other, except this one was alive and he'd caught it. Wait until he told Momma and Dad! He'd caught a squirrel!
He considered his options for a moment before gently bringing his toes off of the poor rodent and pushing it with his nose to get it running again. The little blur of brown - surely traumatized beyond belief - gratefully skittered away and scrambled up a tree and there it would stay for a long, long time!
Rontu's light pink tongue lolled out between his baby teeth and he turned back to friend, his tail wagging. "Well, that was fun, what we gonna do next?"
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Post by Blood on Nov 29, 2016 18:05:04 GMT -5
Jogging behind on flexing paws, West observed the chase fold out before him. Again the pup had leaped for the squirrel just as he had done for the ambush, his white striped tail went up in the air, continuously flapping back and forth in gleefull pleasure. A strangled yip of thrill came from the small hunter as he realized the rodent was actually under his paws and enslaved to whatever fate he wished. The small nose poked at the prisoner and as West got closer, he could see a very proud expression upon the pup's face.
West thought back to his first hunting attempts when he was younger, but darkness spread over those memories like a brewing storm. When his best efforts never caught the squirrels or rabbits, his peers would verbally beat him, and his parents would only give him disappointed looks. He would try his best but the mice were the only thing catchable for him. Proudfully young West would bring the mice to his parents for any sort of praise, but would only get the dissatisfied "not good enough" speech. Learning simply took longer for him, and by the time he had caught his first hair, his age friends were already participating in pack hunts.
West quickly shut out any more of the painful memories of his parents disowning him, and focused back on the pup crouched before him holding down the squirrel. Alarm jumped into his mind as he saw the little hunter slowly lift his paws and nudge the squirrel forward. It obeyed and disappeared up a tree. With a scrunched brow, West stood confused as to why the pup had not killed the rodent and brought it back as a medal. He enveyed the pup's catch at his age, but strangely also desired his attributes. Westariquo's actions would have been different, but he praised the pup none the less. "Well done little guy! You have a very good heart for letting it go." Smiling down at the chalky white wolfling who was looking up at him expectently, West went on the finally introduce himself. "I am Westariquo, or you can just call me West. What is your name little guy?"
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Post by Fierfly on Nov 29, 2016 18:17:10 GMT -5
Rontu:
The pink tongue retreated for a moment and he tilted his head to one side in a question when at Friend's confused expression. It had been a game hadn't it? And Rontu had won, he'd caught it, hadn't he? He'd had help, but still caught him, so that meant he'd won the game and the squirrel could go on back to whatever it had been doing before...or to cowering in a knothole, whichever suited it better. "What?" he wondered, "Should I have kept chasin' him?" Friend didn't elaborate on his confusion however and instead praised him for letting the poor rodent go, at which Rontu let his tongue loll out of his mouth again.
Friend kept talking - no, his name wasn't friend, it was Westariquo. "...Long name," was all that could adequately describe Rontu's initial reaction to the introduction, but as he shortened it to West he felt much better. "That I can remember," he decided, relieved. When West asked his name he grinned and promptly answered, "-rhu,", or tried to answer. This was going to be a problem - his family usually didn't have much trouble understanding him, and he hadn't considered that perhaps it would be different for a stranger, but he had all faith that he'd be understood.
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Post by Blood on Nov 29, 2016 21:53:24 GMT -5
A number of expressions made up the pup's face as West introduced himself, and the corners of his muzzle went up as he marveled at how smart this pup seemed by his lively personality. West found himself getting attached to the small wolf, but laughed mentally at himself. Although he did have a soft spot for young ones like this hunter.
Suddenly the pup replied, but with a name he had not heard of. Was it even the pup's name, or did he just not hear it right. It couldn't have been a hearing problem, West had large ears as it was. Maybe the pup just coughed or something. West didn't trust himself to guess what the pup was trying to say, so he crouched down on his forelegs close to the little masked face, and asked the pup again. "What was that little guy? The pup's expression seemed desperate as if he wanted West to under stand something, but couldn't figure out how to.
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Post by Fierfly on Nov 30, 2016 10:53:01 GMT -5
Rontu:
A crease of brief worry crept onto Rontu's forehead as West's features turned puzzled, but he brightened up again easily enough. Sometimes he had to repeat himself to be understood - it wasn't unusual...not much anyway, not enough to worry the pup or alert him to his situation of actual struggle in communicating yet, but it would come.
"Ah-rhu," he tried enunciating a bit more clearly, but it came out hoarser than his first attempt and ended in a high, squeak note like a tired old chew toy. "My name is Rontu West, good to meetchya, haven't seen ya around before - I'll bet we're gonna be good friends." he could hear in his mind what he wanted to say easily enough, conveying it from his thoughts to the real world was another matter.
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Post by Blood on Dec 2, 2016 1:16:14 GMT -5
For a few moments there was an adult male wolf and a small pup both staring at each other with puzzled looks on their faces, but the pup's ears quickly perked up as he wagged his short fluffy tail. The white furred pup re-enacted his stance from his first attempt of whatever he was trying to say, and roughly growled out a very scratchy almost same reply.
West's expression turned even more confused, but with a silly grin added to it. He couldn't believe it, this time he obviously heard it right, but that did not sound like a name. Was the young pup not able to pronounce his name yet? West remembered he couldn't get his full name right until at least after a year of being able to speak. With a large smile spreading across his muzzle, West knew he had to repeat the "name" no matter how much of a dark he would sound like.
Still at eye level, the large gray male tried his tongue at with what the pup had said. "Ahurue?" A laugh followed his failed attempt as he watched the small pup's reaction. "Do you even know how to say your name little guy?" West felt kind of bad for probably butchering the pup's name, but he had no idea if it was right or not.
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Post by Fierfly on Dec 2, 2016 11:49:33 GMT -5
Rontu:
West looked even more confused than he had before he'd tried saying his name again. "What? What am I doin' wrong?" Was it just because West wasn't used to his assorted squeaks and muffled attempts to speak? Hopefully. As West said his "name" back to him to see if he'd gotten it right, Rontu gave him an exaggerated expression of distaste - the little pink tongue fell out of the wrinkled maw like he'd tasted something bad and he squinted his eyes at odd angles like Dad did when he was being a weird-o. Hopefully facial expressions were something that everyone could understand.
West did seem to understand his unspoken message this time and chuckled and Rontu immediately brightened so he would not think he'd upset him too much. As West asked if Rontu even knew how to say his name, he bobbed his head eagerly. "I know how to do it, my sound just doesn't." How to explain this? Better yet how to convey his name to not be "Ahurue".
If West had understood that exaggeration of body-language then maybe he would understand more. He growled lightly - not threateningly, but to express the sound at the end, the rolling 'rr' then he opened his mouth into a perfect 'O', teeth clenched and his tongue tapped the back, then a light click similar to a 't' sound and his maw puckered up narrow for the high sound at the end of his name. "Grr as in the r sound, open your maw and yawn, aw sound, grit your teeth, n, click, t, almost a howl, u. R-aw-n-t-u, Rontu!"
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Post by Blood on Dec 6, 2016 0:20:36 GMT -5
Definitely not right. West could tell by the face that the pup made that he did not say his name back correctly. Shamefaced and embarrassed, the large gray wolf felt bad that he had mispronounced the young pup's name, and was greatly conflicted as to how he was going to figure it out with the pup unable to express clearly. The pup obviously knew his name and how to say it, but didn't know how to speak it. With a grunting sigh, West lowered his body to the ground, spreading his forelegs out on either side of the small chalky white wolfpup. He was determined to get his little friend's name right, even if it required some time.
"Okay, lets try this again." Westariquo set his mind to the task and smiled encouragingly at the pup in front of him. With his large ears pressed forward, the gray male listened to the dramatic sounds protruding from the pup's muzzle that was opening and closing in very intense ways. He could tell the little wolf was giving his best effort into trying to convey his name with body-language and sounds. After each pause of expression, West caught on to the pup trying to pronounce letters. Was it an "R" or a "G" for the growling? Definitely "aw", the pup almost made West want to yawn with his mouth that wide open.
In less extreme ways, the gray brute imitated the actions of the pup, doing his best to piece the sounds together. Gawgt... Rawgt, no. When the little wolf gritted his teeth, West had a hard time figuring out what letter he was trying to say. Rrrawgto... -awgt. That does not sound like a name. Nggngng! West tested the sounds in his head, afraid to voice them and disappoint the pup who was trying so hard.
Finally throwing it out there, West leaned closer and whispered hesitantly, "Is your name Rawntoh?"
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Post by Rykett on Dec 6, 2016 12:25:42 GMT -5
((Hope you guys don't mind if I pop Ferox in. As much of a jerk he'll be, he can at least act as translator and provide some tension. )) Ferox:"It's Rontu, you dimwit," Ferox spat as he'd strolled onto the scene. He'd been watching from a distance as his brother had struggled with the simple task of telling his name. As humorous as it'd, that had faded and now Ferox was annoyed that he'd had to step in and translate. "My idiot brother's mute. I'm surprised you haven't put it together by now. You two played Peek-A-Boo for so long without little disabled Rontu saying a word and you still didn't get it! I guess Alphess Blaise has to let a few stupid wolves in the pack once in awhile." Ferox jostled his sibling as he spoke scathingly about Rontu. Then he glared at the stranger... West, right? Yes, that's what he called himself. West was definitely new to the pack. He still had that foreign, loner scent about him. On some of the other newer members, the scent was fainter, but it was still strong on West.
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