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 Posted: Sat Aug 03, 2013 2:47 pm
 “There’s nothing behind us.” A quiet voice pierced the silence, by no means timid despite being almost too low for the only other creature present to hear. The large bird had landed next to wild dog who, if not for the species, looked similar enough for someone to consider the two related – starting from the yellow patches that covered their white bodies right down to the same kind of bright blue eyes that now met in silence.
Rowe didn’t speak again. He remained by the wild dog’s side looking fairly comfortable with the short distance between them making it perfectly obvious that he had absolute trust in the larger creature. Considering how long the two had been together, this would surprise very few. They’d seen their pride fall together, travelled through the rogue lands and tried to rebuild the pride only to mourn its second – and mostly likely permanent – end. So now they were travelled through the rogue lands. Just the two of them, again.
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Cyprian nodded as his avian lookalike spoke but the canine said nothing himself. Instead he simply took a very long time to look around, ears swivelling back and forth as he inspected their surroundings. When he finally did speak, it was in a similar quiet tone though his voice was much deeper than the bird’s.
“There’s a pride nearby. It has both canines and felines.” The mix of scents was bitter reminder of his old pride, one that had been very accepting of all species as equals. There was a long pause again before Cyprian ended his assessment and locked his gaze on Rowe again. “I think… we could go there.” Generally speaking, they went where Cyprian wanted but the wild dog would always listen to Rowe’s opinion when he wished to give it.
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Rowe didn’t even blink. If he was against the decision, he showed absolutely no signs of it.
“I’ll scout ahead, then.” He said before taking to the skies.
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Cyprian nodded, one ear turning sideways. He had expected some comment regarding his decision but he assumed it wouldn’t be long until Rowe decided to speak his mind about it.
“I hear something. I think it’s coming from the pride’s direction.” A word of caution was left unspoken but between the pair, it was always implied.
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Posted: Thu Aug 08, 2013 11:07 am
 
She glanced his direction, her partly blind eyes picking out his bold white coat reasonably easily. His pale color helped to give him a more distinct shape than many other colors and patterns of individuals she'd met. That was part of why she was comfortable leading him out here by herself. Besides that, with just the two of them, even her nose would be able to help her keep track of him. She was certain, should he get himself lost even miles and miles from her, she'd know his location by scent alone. A mother never lost the scent of her offspring, especially a blind mother.
What amused her most about Putte, though, was his insistence on often wearing a scrap of threadbare cloth tied around his face. It covered his eyes, limiting his sight in what he imagined was something like his mother's limited sight. She had no idea if it really did approach how she saw the world, but its accuracy was irrelevant. It was his attempt to empathize with her that touched her heart and often made her turn a fond smile his direction. As if being tiny and weaker wasn't enough challenge, he added this to it as well.
Today's exercise was in finding her, or finding a safe place. It was preparation for the distinct possibility of getting lost. She wanted to teach him to find his way, to deal well with being in unfamiliar places and need to navigate. He'd kept his mask on, and she allowed him to keep it. If he wanted to try this with that added problem, then so be it. "Now wait here. I'll be heading out into the area around you. When you can't hear me any more, you may start looking for me, or for a safe shelter." The recent, devastating thunderstorm was evidence that safe shelter was important to be able to find too.Putte peered through his cloth mask at his mother as she told him to stay put. "Yes Mama," he chirped, setting his thin hindquarters down where he stood. This was going to be fun! His tail wagged madly behind him, whacking a few tentative flowers from their leafy beds. This was his first outing with mother by himself, and his first time being left completely alone without her or anyone else in sight or hearing. Such fun! Despite his excitement, he kept himself sitting still where she'd left him, and he kept his ears pricked, hearing her swift departure. She'd warned him that the direction he heard her go would not necessarily be the direction she actually ended up in. He'd have to be smart to figure this out. He sat quietly, wondering if he should find her or somewhere safe first. It wasn't long before he could hear her no longer, and he stood up uncertainly. Safety, or mother?
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Posted: Mon Sep 02, 2013 5:41 pm
Talencia So sorry for the delay! I'm catching up on all rps now.
Still, he’d rather be sure that the pup wasn’t alone. He waited a little for the white dog to notice him before clearing his throat to make his presence known.
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Rowe flew ahead, sparing only a glance to the little white wild dog. Instead he focused his attention on the brown adult a little further ahead. He circled her twice before landing on the ground a safe distance away. After all, it never hurt to be careful and Rowe was cautious by nature.
“Pardon me, miss. You wouldn’t happen to have misplaced a white pup, would you?” he asked politely. It occurred to him that there was little resemblance between the brown female and the pup he’d seen before but it didn’t hurt to ask. In the worst case scenario, she wasn’t related to the little white pup and Cyprian would have to keep it around until they found its parents.
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