Post by Deleted on Jul 28, 2023 23:02:38 GMT
 I got a heartbreak habit that I can't kick only you can ease the pain Still waters were a rarity for the river that marked the border to the Ah'mir territory. The sky couldn't seem to make up its mind today on whether the sun would shine brightly or clouds would overpower the blistering light and heat. Part of the dalmatian longed for rain this day to help cool both her and her friend, Miera'e Grair'kira. Whenever he would decide to show up, that was. Li'Gru'e Canna'a had tasked the two of them to find lout specifically for the upcoming color run. This gave the duo only two days to find enough to happily feed the entire clan. Even in a time of shortage it seemed that the clan's shadowspeaker demanded feasts for whatever ceremonies he cooked up. Tatu had never been the best at hunting, but she was sure that with her childhood friend at her side they could find something worthwhile. Speaking of Miera, where was he? She had told him that they would meet at the river crossing before the sun reached its highest peak - so as to avoid any unnecessary heat - but it appeared as though he had become too preoccupied with something. Perhaps Mufara'kah was giving him trouble. Tatu wondered if the ele'cannara would be tagging along with the two of them. While part of her longed to spend time with one of her adopted daughters the other part did not want to see the pup put into any danger. The idea that the too-young cadet might prove to be a burden during a hunt never even crossed her mind. Glancing around her surroundings she tried to note any sight of the large, white canna. With a tilt of her head, her attention was seized by someone - or something - on the other side of the calm river waters. Instincts kicking in at the sight of the brindle creature, the dalmatian dropped down into a low crouch. She was no fighter so inciting conflict was out of the question. Her fur did her no favors when it came to camouflaging herself into the summer foliage. As she lay upon the ground, at a distance she would appear as a small pile of snow. But snow in summer was a very unlikely occurrence. Tatu, herself, had never seen anything of the sort. Though the need to make herself small and disappear was strong as she lay low upon the ground, her brown eyes focused on the being across the river. i act | "i speak" | 'i think' |
