Will History Repeat? [Ahadi] Jul 23, 2020 14:55:13 GMT -6
Post by Aludra on Jul 23, 2020 14:55:13 GMT -6
Paws that were too large for the frame they carried moved slowly through the trees, almost as if their owner was trying to avoid detection. Awkwardly sized ears also perked atop a young pup's head as she ducked into the shadows, barely keeping herself upright as she stumbled slightly over her own paws. She was growing quickly, but she was still only four months old and much too young to be wandering very far from the den on her own. Aludra could not help herself, though, and she had taken the opportunity to sneak away while her mother slept and her father patrolled the territory. Issimor Caverns were well known to be the Athair's chosen den site, but the majority of the pack had used Lerelm over the years for their birthing and resting place. Still, she had stopped at the caves and had found no playmates of any sort there.
So instead she explored the trees of the Xayar Forest, determined to get to know every piece of land that belonged to her father and pack. Aludri was her grandmother's namesake, and she had inherited the beautiful name straight from the same lineage. She was honored to wear her grandmother's name even though she knew she would never meet the female that had raised her father. Even at her young age, however, she was determined to live up to the name her parents had gifted her with. So far her life had consisted of the waves on the beach and her sisters and parents. Nothing more, nothing less. Although she adored her family beyond belief, she was desperate to learn and experience more than just what their den had to offer. But she knew her father would never let her go off on her own without his escort, and because he was so busy there seemed to never be enough time for such an excursion.
She had instead taken it upon herself to make time on her own. He would be furious if he found out, but she did not intend to be caught. She adored her mother, but she was certain that Alina would not even notice her absence if she was careful enough. The late morning found her exploring the roots of a massive tree about half a mile south of the pack's dens, the roots reaching up and over her small puppy frame to provide shade and a wonderfully fun place to dig and explore. Her tiny paws dug at the dirt beneath the root until she could stand at her full height beneath it, looking up at the moss that clung to the bark above her. She could see little bugs crawling in and out of view as she studied it, her little tail wagging as she spotted a particularly large one fall from the root to land in the dirt in front of her. She pounced but missed and proceeded immediately to repeat the process over and over again until she had captured the poor creature beneath her paws.