Post by Deleted on Jul 18, 2023 2:03:00 GMT
 I got a heartbreak habit that I can't kick only you can ease the pain Dappled fur made its way through the dense foliage of the forest floor. Since the flood waters had abated and the sun had shown down - although only slightly deflected by the canopy-like state up above - the greenery of the woods had since sprouted far and beyond what the dalmatian had ever seen before. With the inviting temperature and weather of the late spring the plant life had flourished in a magnificent bloom. Even with her healer's eye for detail in the herbaceous greenery, Tatu's focus was solely placed upon her current task - mufar. Since the clan's new chief, Li'Gru'e Canna'a, had taken her pata from her in his announcement and assignments of mentors and cadets, the young mother had reduced those that she was put in charge of back down to her one kin, Ridna'aba. And even then he was becoming more and more independent as time wore on. At least, that was her assumption. She had become so preoccupied with the larger pups and her loss of them that she had hardly paid him much attention at all. In her eyes they were all of the same pata. No pup was more important than another. Yet Ridna had been singled out to remain under her supervision. However, since she only had one pup to deal with anymore - and one of the more laid back ones at that - she had found more and more time to herself that she had spent searching out lout, much like the other Ah'mir canna. With her nose to the ground, she followed the trail of some sort of chek. It was one of the larger breeds. Not quite a mouse but not yet a muskrat. No, this was a common rat that had scurried past here only moments ago. The nasty vermin had once lived abundantly in alleyways she had tread through, typically found wherever humans lingered. Her face held a solemn expression as she tracked the creature, yet her mind reeled with positive memories. It seemed not that long ago - before the rozo'ama akoda - that she had sought these creatures out and delighted in their squeaks and squeals when pressure was applied to their soft bodies. How fun it had been to catch one, cause it to squeak, and then toss it aside to begin the chase all over again. Never had she considered the thoughts or feelings of lout. They simply existed for her and her clan mates' nourishment and entertainment. Surely that is why the gods had placed them here? But then, why did it seem that anything of substance had been taken away from them since the flood? No, she decided. It was best for her to not think so much on the gods and their ways. She did not understand them and would not pretend to know. Again she found herself regretting not taking her past training seriously when she was an ele'cannara. The thought caused her to stop in her tracks and whine softly to herself. Ele'cannara. The pata. Her pata. She shook off the feeling before dropping her nose back to the ground and continuing her snuffling. There! Right ahead was a small burrow into the ground. Outside of the hole poked a small nose and long whiskers, testing the air for predators. Dropping herself into a crouch, she prepared herself for the oncoming assault. Her rump wiggled slightly in anticipation as well as a way to balance her body before leaping into the air and crashing down at the hole. Her jaws came up empty and a cautious lifting of her paws revealed no lout. Filled with determination, the female began to feverishly dig at the hole. Her sole attention on removing the chek from its hiding place. She'd catch that little critter yet! i act | "i speak" | 'i think' |