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Post by Deleted on Jun 27, 2023 2:53:37 GMT
 here i stand in the heart of beautiful debris Morning was just beginning to peak through the sky, coloring it in shades of oranges and purples. The sight reminded the newly self-appointed Li'Gru'e Canna'a of the clan's color run. In most circumstances, the appointing of a new chief would be a reason to celebrate, yet Gru'e thought that given the circumstances of his uprising it may seem a bit distasteful to his fellow canna if they should celebrate. No, instead he found himself planning for a death ceremony to be held the following night as the sliver of hope for those lost in the flood seemed to be dwindling to nothing. It was time for the clan to accept the ayou as never returning. Among those were their previous chief, Li'Greyo.
That left Gru'e with the problem of the chief's pata. Though technically orphans, the dalmatian Tatu'elier had opted to take them into her care so as to ensure their survival. The shepherd mix had to admit that he found her over-protectiveness of the brood annoying. She would not like his decision to leave them to the gods' will. He was certain she would fight tooth and claw to protect those that were not even hers. He also did not like the idea of doing anything to displease any of his owi. Thus, he had to come up with another solution.
The clan's cache of lout was running low and they had been unsuccessful in meeting their current demands. The prey had moved on from the land, driven out by the rising river waters and yet to return to the drowned vegetation. Their forces - or that remaining of them - had been driven thin in the stretched efforts of finding any and everything they could bring in. As per his rule, Li'Gru'e had dictated that those who do not hunt do not eat. Yet, that law had never been applied to pata before. From his observations, the growing spawn of Li'Greyo and his fling, Akoda, had been taking far more than their fair share of the rations. Growing pups usually ate plenty, but these were massive pups with lineages leaking into great danes, landseers, and newfoundland. Destined to be monstrous brutes.
Standing in the front of the conservatory he cleared his voice before letting out a fierce bark to catch the attention of all of those surrounding him, lounging in the less than sunny morning. "Nu kef, u canna!" he called, a phrase he had grown quickly accustomed to using to address all of those within hearing distance. He had even caught wind of some of the younger canna shouting it in mimicry. "Due to the lack of lout we will again have to cut rations even further if we are to survive. Some of us are not doing our part." His dark eyes fell towards the nursery area where the pups resided.
"So it shall be, if the pata of Li'Greyo," he had to catch himself from using the term "former," as he had not officially held the death ceremony yet, "and Akoda are to survive, they will have to begin earning their keep." He paused, his gaze lingering across the small sea of familiar faces, giving time for his words to sink in. "For any who can, I request your assistance in taking on a cadet. Teach these ren to mufar! Let us replenish our lout pile and grow strong once again! We are Ah'mir clan!"
Pausing once again he gave an opportunity for anyone to step forward, either ele'canna or ren. After a moment he added, "Well, any volunteers?" i act | "i speak" | 'i think' |
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Ele'cannara
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Post by Kahru'hu on Jun 27, 2023 3:44:12 GMT
Kahru'hu had only just meandered out of the great glass building himself, bleary-eyed and still ruffled with sleep when the call rang out for everyone to lend their new "chief" an ear. The half-grown cadet turned warily towards the rumbling voice of Li'Gru'e. This was definitely going to take some getting used to. Kahru had never known another leader besides Li'Greyo. Seeing their former Shadowspeaker standing there in the early morning sunlight preparing himself to address the whole clan as leader felt..weird.
He swiveled his head, searching for the familiar and reassuring face of his mentor, but didn't immediately spot the ibizan before Gru'e said something that really did make Kahru's ears go up. They were going to be getting even less food than before. Kahru dropped his head and suppressed a groan...but his stomach couldn't hold anything back. As if on cue, the big pup's stomach growled dramatically.
It only went downhill from there. Kahru found his jaws parting slightly in an "o" of surprise when the new chief declared that Li'greyo's pata would have to learn how to hunt if they wanted to eat with the rest of the clan. Kahru couldn't help it - Before he could think, the words came blurting right out of his mouth, a question for whoever was close enough to hear him ask.
"But, ren need to be three blinks before they're given mentors! This pata isn't old enough, is it?"
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HERE IS MY HEART AND HERE IS MY SONG
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Ah'mir
Ele'canna
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4 years 5 month
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Post by Castor | Thi'e Grair Ren on Jun 27, 2023 5:16:31 GMT
It had been over a month since Rayli had disappeared, and Castor had started to heal from the loss. He wasn't sure how his cadet was taking it. The growing ren had kept his feelings to himself, but he was sure that Rayli had left a hole in his heart too. This morning, he found himself stretching in the early sun before the canna who had proclaimed himself to be chief in Li'Greyo's absence. No one had been able to find the large dog after the flood, but there was still hope. He had once walked for hours along the river with the chief searching for Kah'ru. The river had been kind to the Chief once before, surely it would be again and he wouldn't have to deal with Gru'e barking orders before he could even wake up.
The hound found a place next to his cadet, the hunger rumbling from his practically shaking the Ibizan just by proximity. It seemed that food was on everyone's mind this morning, as the crop-earred ChEiF began his declaration. It seemed that the shepherd had a talent for pushing Castor's buttons easier than any other canna he had found. Not even Kah'ru in their early days with his endless questions had managed to set a frown so solid on his face that it might leave permanent lines even though he was only in his fourth year of life. Lout were sparse, and his plan to save the clan was to make them eat even less. Castor could see that the decision was economic, but it certainly wouldn't earn him any friends.
His teeth gritted further as Gru'e Canna'a's tyranny was aimed squarely at the newly orphaned pata. While his cadet's jaw dropped, Castor's somehow tightened even further as a torrent of curse words raged behind locked lips. What kind of Chief would subvert one of the core tenets of canna law? To not feed children, babies even? And yet, the Chief's word was law. There was nothing he could do to challenge this apart from a full on battle for rank, and he had no interest in running the clan. Seeing someone else run the clan? Now that would be ideal.
But, ren need to be three blinks before they're given mentors! This pata isn't old enough, is it?" the voice of his apprentice allowed him to loosen his jaw, but only slightly. Kahru'hu's question wouldn't get him into too much trouble, hopefully. Still, it was unwise and childish, which practically summed up his apprentice. As much as he loved the pup, he had much to learn and clearly Castor wasn't doing well teaching him that. Castor took a step forward, eyes hard and tone sharp as he barked towards the 'chief', "I'll take another ren. Two if need be. They don't deserve to go hungry." There was little he could do now that Gru'e had become chief, but he seemed easy enough to please if the dogs around him did what they wanted. He was already thin naturally, since the flood even more so, but he would run himself to the bones teaching three apprentices if it meant that pups wouldn't starve to death when he could have done something. Hopefully the rest of his clan mates would step up and do the same.
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Ah'mir
Rali'canna
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5 Years
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Post by Rali'Mufara Haeda'how on Jul 8, 2023 18:37:10 GMT
 - RISE - "I am alive, and for your sakes, I should not be." The call upon the horizon from their Li'canna, many of Ah'mir still struggling to arise from their sleep to meet Li'Gru'e - with the molosser herself crawling out from her own moss bed with little worse for wear. She'd been part of the night guard from yesterday's patrol, and the booming voice of the pale Affa did not help Mufara's gnarring headache. As the crowd gathered around, Li'Grue began his announcement with haste toward their attention on him. This Mosi'elu loved to hear his own voice, Mufara thought to herself as auburn eyes watched the male glance toward the nursery - if looks could kill, not a single Ren in the vicinity would not have stood a chance. He was laying it on thick, cutting rations and requesting the expedited training of the pata despite their lack of age.
Two out of the crowd spoke first; one younger and one thin as flower stems, yet both of them were evident in their distaste. Kahru'hu was quick to speak out against their Chief, with Mufara's glare softening onto him while Castor only seemed to tense for a moment, before accepting the responsibility of a new apprentice to take on under his ryo. The Rali grunted through her teeth, her bulky form moving again as she made her way toward Li'Gru'e. She narrowed at him, sighing before turning her attention back to the Cadet, "Mind your tongue, Ele'cannara." Her voice was gruff and stern, though it lacked malice -- to warn him, though whether it was good-natured or threatening was left in the air. "If they become better corporals in the process of training these Ren earlier, then we gather more lout, mufar for bigger rations, and it betters the clan for all of us."
Mufara would not raise her voice, at least not yet. Morning was just beginning to wake up with them, so she would not run herself hoarse, even for the Rouf'uriketi. 'Chief', she wanted to bite back bile at having to call him so. But, all in due time, like all good things.
Though, at the agreeance from Castor, the molosser nodded her head, as if to say she would train one from the litter as well.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 9, 2023 22:47:12 GMT
"I'm old enough! I can hunt!" A determined little voice called out from the nursery, followed by a bouncing bundle of black fur that made its way to the front of the crowd to stand beside the gigantic Gru'e, white-tipped chin held high in a show of proud defiance.
Little Mufara'kah, no matter how many times she was told, could not bring herself to call Gru'e her chief. All she had ever known in her two blinks of life was the great Li'Greyo'miera, a dog with an air of authority that even she felt. From the moment she'd learned that Li'Greyo was her father, she had been fascinated by him. Imitating him, following him, bragging about him. She had told herself that she would grow up to be just like him - Perhaps even gain his attention enough to be his cadet someday.
He would always be the top canna to Mufara, and she found it offensive that this big bully, a dog who had at times pushed her flat onto her back, would claim the title of chief so soon after her father had gone missing. Why was he not out there looking for Li'Greyo? Why was he so sure that the black dog was gone? She was too little to understand politics, but she didn't like the change.
She didn't like even more that this big jerk was insinuating that herself and her siblings would be forbidden from eating with everyone else. If that was what he wanted, then she'd grow up to be the best hunter ever. Mufara would bring home enough lout for the whole clan. She'd show him. (And maybe she could find Li'Greyo if he let her comb the forest, too.)
"Who wants me?" She demanded of the watching clan, gaze flickering from Castor to the big afu'canna who coincidentally shared her own name. Both of these dogs had spoken out on her pata's behalf. One of them would surely let her prove herself, right? One of these dogs would be named her mentor today.
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ANYTHING YOU CAN BE I CAN BE GREATER
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Post by Deleted on Jul 15, 2023 1:56:35 GMT
 I got a heartbreak habit that I can't kick only you can ease the pain Tatu'elier had found herself in an unusual state of contentedness. Her ears were pulled back as she attentively watched the pups romp and play in the early hours of the morning. It seemed that the pata of Li'Greyo and Akoda seemed to always rise with the sun. Her own kin, Ridna'aba, however tended to sleep in only slightly later from his adopted siblings. This seemed a minor, early morning blessing to the dalmatian as it gave her a brief period of time where she would not have to worry about the larger pups trampling the star speckled ren - with the exception of them pouncing on him while he slept.
Dark ears striped in white shot up at the demanding voice of the clan's shadowspeaker, Gru'e Canna'a. Or, the newly appointed chief. Tatu had to keep reminding herself of the shepherd's new rank. Though, in the short term it did not make any difference to her. She had always answered to him since returning to the Ah'mir after the Rozo'ama akoda. All this current change in leadership meant to her was that others would have to answer to him as well. She had never had any real opinion of the shepherd one way or the other. Sure, he always seemed to take his job a little too seriously - especially when they were both of the same rank - but, unlike herself, he actually seemed to really care about the healing arts and herbs in general. However, his words now caused her to drop her jaw in disbelief.
Rising to her feet, she padded over to stand in the doorway of the nursery. Her chocolate eyes darted between her fellow clan mates, looking for reassurance from them as a sharp whine escaped her lips. Her tail drooped down and began to curl beneath her only slightly as she felt a sense of powerlessness when faced with such a dilemma. The tip of her tail wagged only slightly at her clan's retorts.
Castor - whom she had barely known as he was a new face to the clan upon her recent return - seemed more than willing to take on a pup or two. He had always seemed like a kind canna, having adopted two pups of his own already. Her heart ached thinking of the one that was lost in the flood, reminding her of her own lost pata. Kahru, Castor's cadet, also seemed to have a good heart and, with his mentor's leadership, was developing a good head upon his shoulders. Mufara Haeda'how was an intimidating canna, but her nod of agreement in taking on a cadet helped soothe the tension Tatu was beginning to feel crawl up her back.
Instantly, the whole stress of the situation came to a head as the little dark pup, Mufara, yipped out in confidence her willingness to be a cadet. Tatu's lips pulled back as she let out another whine, unable to control the sadness that was enveloping her. The room seemed to be spinning. Everything was spiraling out of her control.
"Mufara, no!" she called out, stepping from the door way and into the view of everyone. "Gru'e you can't do this... they are only ren!" Her voice was erratic and each statement was capped off with a whine as she pleaded with her shadowspeaker. "They can take my rations! They are still too small to hunt... Gru'e, please!"
Glossy brown eyes stared up towards the pale coated shepherd, begging for his mercy.
"They're my babies..." she added in a soft whisper, her eyes averted and facing towards the ground in a show of submission.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 15, 2023 2:09:28 GMT
 let me make you proud let me give you a reason to believe that I can stand tall Never the first into the fray, at the sight of his sister bounding out the door and the sound of her voice demanding the attention of the elder canna outside of the nursery, Aye'humu jumped to his feet and set to follow.
He paused slightly as the pata's adoptive mother stood in the arch way that led into the adjacent room. He cocked his head in morbid curiosity as she let out a sharp whine and followed his sister out to the more open space where the bigger dogs tended to sleep. The small, honey colored ren had always found it annoying when he had tried to mingle with who he viewed as his peers and was dragged back into the nursery by the spotted menace of an adult. His siblings had grown too big to be pushed around anymore, yet he was still able to be forced into places he did not care to be. He was, after all, no longer a baby. And now was his chance to prove himself!
Following the two females, he carried his tail and head up high, his feet lifted in a showboating kind of walk meant to draw attention to himself. However, when he noticed the eyes of the Ah'mir dogs falling upon him he felt an anxiety course through him. Revealing a sheepish grin across his face, he lowered himself only slightly and scampered over to the larger pup. Gaining confidence from his sibling, he stood tall beside her, head and tail up before blurting out, "Me too!" He paused after his squeaking announcement, stumbling over his thoughts and words only slightly. "I mean, uhm, hunting and... yeah, that!"
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Post by Castor | Thi'e Grair Ren on Jul 17, 2023 0:24:57 GMT
It was no secret that Castor held a great disdain for the self-defined Chief. Barks of protest from both his apprentice, and, to his gratefulness that someone else could see that this was insanity, Tatu'elier, surely should have been enough for Gru'e to rethink things. Castor admittedly hadn't talked to the spotted owi much. She was often in the nursery with the newly orphaned pups, but he found himself noting the similarities between them. They had both adopted pups quite suddenly, both disliked the new tyrannical regime demanded by Gru'e, and clearly had a good enough heart to do both of those things without question.
The pata however seemed far too excited for this new 'opportunity'. Two of them already had tumbled out, loudly proclaiming that they were ready to be the newest faces of the Ah'mir hunting parties, ready to provide for the clan. They were far too young to be making this kind of choice. They didn't know the work and expectations of a cadet, only the outcome of getting to hunt and spar. This was the precise reason that the cut off age was three moons, when they were a bit more mature. Castor's gaze flicked to Tatu, hoping he could give her a quick nod to show he agreed with her, but couldn't afford to have the wrath of a chief brought down upon him.
What he didn't expect was for Mufara Haeda'How to be such a randan'mukha and try to justify the cropped shepherd. He had always seen her as a strong canna, good hunter and fighter, but foolish was never an adjective he would have given her. With her recent decision to follow with Gru'e willingly and not only that, but to try and reason that his decisions weren't horrific, Castor was readjusting his perception of her. Mouth set in a firm line of begrudgingly being an accomplice in this horrid plan, his gaze was set on the nursery. He hadn't interacted much with the pata beyond being there when they were born. Whichever one Gru'e assigned to him would be a pawful, he knew that for sure.
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Ele'canna
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2 YRS 6 MOS
26 IN 88 LBS
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Post by Miera'e Grair'Kira on Jul 17, 2023 3:12:35 GMT
The lush grass underneath him only slightly cushioned Grair'kira's body as he watched the rising sunset with drowsy eyes. He had emerged from the greenhouse only a few moments ago and settled in to watch the painted sunrise. The majesty of blurring colors dazzling his hazy eyes. It feels like he could never get tired of the sunrise. His tail thumped on the ground behind him lazily as his head settled onto the ground. Hickory brown eyes continuing to stare dreamily up at the sky. Though a sudden bark piercing through the silence had his ears swiveling. Getting up and trotting over to gather with the other ah'mir canna at the sight of Gru'e. Like many of the other ele'canna. He was quite uncertain of the new li'canna. Having grown used to Li'greyo and not favoring the formers personality. He gave a gentle nod of his head in acknowledgment before settling in with the growing crowd. Eyes gazing over each face gathered to hear the Li'canna's commands. Grair'kira's mind momentarily flickered to the status of one clanmate. Tatu'elier. Though he couldn't pick out her face in the crowd.
"So it shall be, if the pata of Li'Greyo and Akoda are to survive, they will have to begin earning their keep." The Shepard was quickly snapped out of his meandering thoughts by the chiefs shocking announcement his face visibly contorting into one of disbelief and a mild disgust. They where barely a blink old! What did he expect them to catch? Dira? Even with their exceptional size they where still toddling ren! What will this do for the clan except have to make a bunch of already weary canna drag around a pata that should be playing in the nursery? He watched as Kahru vocalized a portion of his thoughts. Though didn't speak up for himself. Unsure of how to broach it without riling up the chief and getting himself into unnecessary hot water.
"I'm old enough! I can hunt!" His ears flicked once again at the voice of Mufara. Watching as she scampered to the front of the crowd. Finding her gumption humorous but not in the mood to dwell on it. He was about to open his maw and offer himself up as a mentor. But was interrupted by a familiar voice cutting through the air. Her pleading tone had a small whine coming out of his mouth. Abandoning his role as a silent observer to stand beside Tatu and lean into her slightly. Trying to sooth the dalmatian with his presence. Though he was unsure if it would even work. He then finally spoke. "I agree with Tatu! They are too little. It won't do the clan good anyway." His last words where spoken with some hesitance. But he still tried to maintain eye contact with the chief. "But...if li'Gru'e is truly set on this. I will take Mufara as a apprentice." He knew the ren would be a lot. But if somebody else took her they may loose patience with the ren and end up unduly cruel. If it soothed Tatu's worries over the pata's future he would have Mufara as a apprentice. Finally he broke his gaze with Gru'e to try and shoot Tatu his best 'It will be okay' look. Not enjoying seeing the canna so distressed. Even if they weren't as close as they used to be. |
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Post by Deleted on Jul 18, 2023 0:35:26 GMT
here i stand in the heart of beautiful debris Patience. Patience was entirely necessary when dealing with the unruly crowd of Ah'mir canna. And Li'Gru'e Canna'a displayed a large portion of it - at least outwardly.
The jumping into the conversation he was not invited to of Castor's cadet, Kahru'hu, nearly broke the shepherd's silence. His question had not been directed towards cadets. Nor had he failed to mention the reasoning behind his decision. If not for the drought of food, Gru'e would have never suggested such a thing as to progress the pata into ele'cannara. Before the li'canna could snap back at the insolent rouf the ele'canna, Mufara Haeda'how stepped in to hush the cadet. Giving her a nod in response, he also nodded towards the ibizan, Castor. Though his current cadet proved to be troublesome he was not without respect for the male's willingness to step up and take on another cadet. That left him with at least one admirable attribute about him. Even if he was a posturing rouf with a lack of respect towards authority.
As for Mufara, Gru'e respected the corporal and her confidence and ability to take command in certain situations. Perhaps he could offer her more responsibilities in the future? She had always shown a priviness towards honor and tradition - a sentiment he himself held.
Immediately his attention was turned elsewhere at the familiar sound that gave him a visceral reaction - much like nails on a chalkboard. His eyes rolled slightly as the miniature version of Li'Greyo strutted about into the room, making statements and questioning the clan as a whole. The idea of whom to place this soon-to-be cadet with lingered in the forefront of his mind as she boasted and placed herself in the spotlight. Surely she was too annoying and Mufara Haeda'how would view it as a slight if he placed the ren in her care. Though he was almost certain that she was the only canna among them with the gumption to put the insolent brat in her place.
Again his attention was averted as the pleads and cries of the dalmatian, Tatu'elier, were directed towards him. As he suspected, she was unwilling to give up the pups so early on in their lives. He gave her a nearly soft look of understanding, watching as the shepherd, Miera'e Grair'kira approached her side. Waiting for the crowd to quiet down, he turned his gaze directly to the pure white canna standing directly in front of him.
"I appreciate your volunteering for the boisterous Mufara'kah," he stated simply before turning to face the entirety of the small sea of faces all staring directly at him. His tail and head held high as he stiffened his legs before addressing them all as a whole.
"I will meditate on all of your worries, suggestions, and offers. We will all meet at the front of the pell'galu this evening and I will give you all your new assignments - both cadets and mentors - as well as say our goodbyes to those who were lost in the flood."
With the announcement made he turned his head to Tatu'elier, addressing her directly in a hushed voice. His tone was softer with her as he noted the glossiness of her brown eyes and the fire burning behind them in her defiance of tears. "Tatu, your small one, Ridna'aba, is exempt from this proclamation. He will remain directly under your care until his next blink."
With one final look across the crowd of confused and distressed faces, he gave a nod of finality at his statements and jumped down from his small perch. As he pushed past a few of the canna he let out a small sigh of discontent. This decision was the best for the clan. He knew that. The other canna had no idea of the pressures of leading them all - especially in a time of famine. Gru'e had unfortunately not been gifted the right to rule during a time of plenty. Sure, after the Rozo'ama akoda there was much confusion about, but the clan had been thriving. Li'Gru'e refused to believe that this was in any part the doing of a fair ruling under Chief Damien. No, he had just been unlucky taking on the responsibilities in such desperate times.
Padding over to the large she-dog, Mufara Haeda'how, Gru'e approached with an air of self-importance as well as an obvious respect for his comrade. "Mufara Haeda'how," he began, using her full name as an additional show of respect to one of his more trusted ele'canna. "I would ask that you meet with me outside of the greenhouse after you've had your breakfast." His statement was short and to the point. With a brief nod of his head and a look of superiority, he made his way towards the exit of the clan's base.
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Rali'canna
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Post by Rali'Mufara Haeda'how on Jul 25, 2023 23:52:17 GMT
- RISE - "I am alive, and for your sakes, I should not be." A worried mother wailed, and even in Mufara's usual terse composure she could not bring herself not to let the glimmers of pity pool from her tired eyes. The Newfoundland Mufara'kah growled with anticipation at the concept of taking on a challenge, a boastful far to anyone daring enough to call themselves her mentor - she'd grow to hone that kanya or fall victim to it. The crop-earred afu'canna had to look away from Tatu'elier as she weeped to Li'Grue for a pardon of her pata. The pain croaked and shattered her distant voice, tail tucked and drowning in pleads to the shepherd.
Aye'humu peeped out in allegiance to his sister, eager as a pup should be to hear what the ruckus was. Root-colored eyes looked at Castor, felt the judgement radiating off the wiry corporal with feverish heat. Something twisted then, deep within places Mufara would've liked settled and let be but, she knew better. All of Ah'mir knew better. Miera'e Grair'Kir was quick to take his pick of the litter, and for reason unknown to the Haeda'how hunter, he chose Mufara'kah.
Their Li'canna had seemingly done what was typical of him; He caused mass hysteria, with those snake teeth peeled back in polished words and threats of pulling rank. Then, the clan continued to march, single-file down into their graves. A dramatic notion, maybe but was it really? Her squarish head jutted up to look at the pale shepherd as he called to her. Mufara hoped he couldn't see the forced grit of her teeth as she spoke toward his proposal of a private meeting, "Of course, Li'Gru'e." She didn't wait long to leave the area, quick to gather her composure for the long day that awaited - the pups could have her servings.
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