There are many reasons why Javed and Avery formed a pack together, though the two Fosterns always look a bit odd as a pair. She's incandescent, and he is not. She is fair and bright and charming, and these are not traits he shares with her (though she, in fact, would argue this). They do not speak to each other in their thoughts, and she is not rattling off to him the names and identities of people that they pass by in his mind. But as they enter the gathering place that they have been called to, she finds those she knows. She says hello to some, greeting them by name. Others she merely acknowledges with a nod. A couple she actually bumps up against, a wordless and animal hello.
There is one wolf there who Avery just grabs in an embrace. It's a young guardian, a Cliath named Bright Spear, who Avery grabs and squeezes as soon as she sees her, introducing her to Javed, telling him what seems to be only the in-person introduction of someone she's told him all about already -- which she has.
Bright Spear, however, has her own pack to stand with, and darts off after tolerating yet another hug from the Silver Fang, who slips her arm through Javed's for the rest of the walk until they arrive. It is the first moot where the two of them have stood together as a true pack, bound by their totem, and she feels a warm, glowing ache in her chest that is just happiness, just joy. Finding their place, she withdraws her arm and slips quickly into wolf-shape, her fur thick with winter and gleaming white, her eyes still a pristine blue. In this body, she howls with the rest, pure and clear and resounding off the sandstone formations that surround this area.
Past that, Winona's calling to the four corners creates in her a different kind of ache, a reminder of something not very far gone in Avery's memory. From those same corners she called totems of pack and tribe, goddess of earth and moon, to exile one of their own. She swings her tail slightly, slowly, but the calling to the inner wind, breath of life, fills her with a reminder of peace. Of sameness.
She bumps her shoulder against Javed's warform. She'll have to ask him what happened to his jacket.
And then Reverence of Dawn, Radiant Honor will probably buy him a new wardrobe.
There is one wolf there who Avery just grabs in an embrace. It's a young guardian, a Cliath named Bright Spear, who Avery grabs and squeezes as soon as she sees her, introducing her to Javed, telling him what seems to be only the in-person introduction of someone she's told him all about already -- which she has.
Bright Spear, however, has her own pack to stand with, and darts off after tolerating yet another hug from the Silver Fang, who slips her arm through Javed's for the rest of the walk until they arrive. It is the first moot where the two of them have stood together as a true pack, bound by their totem, and she feels a warm, glowing ache in her chest that is just happiness, just joy. Finding their place, she withdraws her arm and slips quickly into wolf-shape, her fur thick with winter and gleaming white, her eyes still a pristine blue. In this body, she howls with the rest, pure and clear and resounding off the sandstone formations that surround this area.
Past that, Winona's calling to the four corners creates in her a different kind of ache, a reminder of something not very far gone in Avery's memory. From those same corners she called totems of pack and tribe, goddess of earth and moon, to exile one of their own. She swings her tail slightly, slowly, but the calling to the inner wind, breath of life, fills her with a reminder of peace. Of sameness.
She bumps her shoulder against Javed's warform. She'll have to ask him what happened to his jacket.
And then Reverence of Dawn, Radiant Honor will probably buy him a new wardrobe.
my whole life is thunder.