Summer's Song

[Trixie]

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[atrb=background,http://i485.photobucket.com/albums/rr217/Calcifer_hot/orma3mid.png] Summer, another season with it's own moods and phases. The sun had been up several hours, and the heat of the day was coming soon. Quiet came about this time everyday as living things sought shelter and relief from the heat. Only insects felt the need to stay up and sing their songs. Maybe some reptiles basking on stones, but other than that, a she-wolf could finally feel alone. Today's trip was executed with careful timing and weaving in the shrubbery heading to the rapids. She had planned this, and allowed herself to sleep in, rather than sleeping through the heat of the day. It was not a hunt, a meeting, nor a fight Kira planned for. It was something far more satisfying. Satisfying enough to loom in the shrubs with a grin for hours in wait for the perfect time. She left her hiding place among the bushes, and listened carefully for footsteps. The air was clear of the heavy musk of bear. There has been no one for quite some time. One paw after another, she lowered her body in the rushing water. She felt so lucky for the rapids, for the shallow water at the edge, for the jettys along the shore to rest in. She felt as if it were the god's gift to them, and certainly in the summer, to her. Kira was innately not made for the summer heat. Her thick fur never seemed to shed fully, even at peak temperatures. It trapped her body heat and the sun's rays of golden warmth; well in summer, the golden rays of anguish. She rolls her shoulders, the thick fur around her shoulders, curling and refreshing the pockets of air trapped in her dense coat. She closes her eyes, ears and nose still alert for friend or foe. Mostly Foe, but hey; company was company. She relaxed in the cool flooding of the waters over her legs, and lowered herself down more, laying in the water, head left on shore. The beams of light flicker through the foliage, her little reverie with a soundtrack of cicadas and grasshoppers. She imagined she could smell her home pack, though they were miles away by now. Her friends from the pup hunts, her first crush, so many things she had left behind. To make her own way, to hear out her own dreams. Where was she now? Where would she go? Alas, only Gods know. "..." |Words: 406|

[AYALA]

"Here I am,
Once again.
Making my way,
Ready for play!"

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Ayala was on yet another adventure, seeing exactly what the world had to offer her today. The four-year-old didn’t always act her age all the time some said, but she never let her inner cub die. And that is why she enjoyed life so much. Cubs don’t really have a care in the world normally. They romp and roam, until they are tuckered out and they must sleep. Other wolves just couldn’t grasp the concept in full. They think that just because they’ve grown up, life is so different than it used to be. Ayala was amazed and curious to see what she could see. The she-wolf lived each day to the fullest, and tried to do it with a wide, wolfish smile. The female was singing out loud, as usual, and she danced along. Her rump swayed back and forth, and her tail wagged enthusiastically behind her. Ayala’s ears were perked on her head, and her bright silver eyes glimmered with their normal gentleness and kindness. Even when she was all alone, Ayala could keep herself busy and entertained very, very easily. She didn’t have to be afraid of anything at those times. Her spirit was free to soar to the moon and back. And life ran through her body like the blood in her veins.

The she-wolf padded through the forest again, when she came upon another’s scent. It was slightly diluted by the water of the rapids, but a wolf’s nose has great capabilities. Ayala instantaneously lowered her body near the ground. She knew that since she was singing her heart out, that the other wolf probably heard her. However, Ayala noticed the other girl stepping in the water as she’d done not too long ago. The summer heat obviously made wolves more and more like minded. The key to survival in this season was to remain cool and grub out all one could. Most females who were of age had cubs of their own by now too, and keeping them safe, keeping their body temperatures low, and feeding them was a priority. Spring had passed, but there was still plenty of bounty to do so.

Ayala crept forward towards the rapids with her belly pressed to the ground, and she observed the other she-wolf in the water. Oh yes, she was like Ayala certainly in a few ways from what she could tell. The tri-colored female rose to her paws once more, and headed in the direction of the other. Caution was not thrown to the wind though, and Ayala was ready to bound away quickly if the need should arise, but the wolf didn’t seem to have her feathers ruffled right now. Ayala slipped into the water, and her coat soaked up the water like a mop. She bounced around in the rapid’s water and rolled in the more shallow parts, kicking her paws in the air in pure glee. The lass was glad that she found a place like this, for it was a pleasing place to be. It was simply divine to her.

"Do what we do,
Me and you.
Be what we be,
Happily!"

Once Ayala had submerged herself in the cool, refreshing water, she decided she could approach the nearby female. The girl stepped up and chirped kindly, “Hello there!” That bushy tail of her’s waived in the air, and Ayala danced in one spot, eager to have another adventure at hand. This other female didn’t look to menacing, so the alarm wasn’t raised that much. A remote calm had washed over Ayala at the current point in time. And she liked being free from the bondage of fear. It brought her down a lot of the time. Ayala wasn’t really a fighter, and really looked down upon by other wolves sometimes. “Why can’t she fight?” they’d say. “Why is such a coward?” they’d say. But Ayala just decided to take the road less traveled instead of the most common one. Bloodshed wasn’t at the top of her to-do list, and it probably never would be either. Her leg injury she sustained so many years ago was proof of that.

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Sorry this wasn't up last night, Biology and running errands kinda kicked my butt.

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[Trixie]

Soaking in both the water and the lucid fog of her own brain, the cools her physical form and mental tension both. She thinks hard on the idea that some wolves struggle with summer whiles other struggle with winter. Both seemed just as barren, but at least in winter Kira’s instincts kicked in, and she did not suffer so much. It takes a while for the thick furred maiden to soak in the water, her downy under coat now soaked, her brown and red fur matte to her frame. She seems smaller soaked, and feels so much heavier. The white on her underbelly in nearly see through, clinging to her. As she continues to relax she hears someone approach, quite cheerfully and heartfelt in song. Kira tenses and pulls her feet under her more, ready to leap. The more she listens, to the steps of the gait, to the song, the less tense she is. Something seems, odd about the steps, combined with the singing, the approach is entirely non-threatening.

She hears the other coming, but something about the voice, the song. Kira does not bother to move from her place. Only her brown ears move, as they flicker and follow the sounds. Kira convinced herself it was not trust that allowed her to be still, but confidence. She tucks her tail to her hind as the other splashed and rolled around, protecting it from any possibly dislodged debris. “Hello.” Kira growls, voice raspy as she rouses her voice from hours of silence. Noticing the harshness of her voice, she opens her mouth, letting water rush in to refresh her pink mouth and tongue. “Lovely isn’t it? The water.” She opens her brown eyes and peers at the other wolf, inspecting her stance and position, stealing from the other she-wolf any clues to her life and intentions.

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[AYALA]

<sup>Not much could ever get Ayala down for a long period of time, her optimistic outlook on life forbid it of her. There was a constant inner peace to the wolf that she was guided by all day every day, and that couldn’t possibly be described in mere simpleton words. One could not obtain something like this from artificial means. It is implanted in one’s soul from the very date of conception. A wolf’s personality can be formed and molded by experience and time, but the very basis of it goes back to the very first foundation for thoughts and actions. Ayala’s was that of a carefree and naturally cheery beast. And until the day her heart stopped beating in her chest, it was very likely to stay that way. The summer sun felt wonderful to her, especially along with the mixture of water drenching her mixed coat. Her body temperature was solid enough that she could go the rest of the day at ease. Summer brings along many dangers with it, one of the main things being heatstroke, but that was not for this girl, no, not today. And for that she was grateful for her good fortune. Perhaps no wolf on the bloody earth could be as grateful as the tri-colored female. She could definitely go unrivaled in that category.

Ayala knew that she looked silly upon reentering these lands, still singing, dancing and playing in the water like a cub. But it was what she did on a daily basis. One could say that she was following her bliss in life, living for the present and future, never looking at her past. Ayala was a wolf that had been dealt her share of things in life, as everyone else had, but her outlook was considerably different. There was a time when the she-wolf had been taken advantage of for her kindness, and it backfired on her. However, even that was not enough to change her mind. The four-year-old felt that she had a greater purpose in her life. And so, we get the ever enthusiastic, sunny wolf that we’ve all come to know and love quite well, yes? Yes.

The she-wolf waited patiently for a response, and got a return one quickly. That fight or flight reaction had yet again been put on the backburner for a later date. Ayala wasn’t so frazzled and distressed about trying to get away to a safer place now. When threatened, the female turned tail and booked out of the current situation as fast as her legs would carry her. Her past two encounters hadn’t triggered any warning sounds or alarms, so she’d felt right at home here in the water-filled territory. Ayala wondered just how many other wolves occupied the territory, aside from herself the other three that she’d come into contact with. Obviously there was an abundance of necessities accessible to them all, so life from all facets and walks could be well suited to stay a long duration. As Ayala intended to do. Why mess with a good thing? One shouldn’t, that’s what.

When a response to her words was received, Ayala tilted her head to the left once before processing it fully. The disuse was clear in the inflection of the other, but the Ayala quickly concluded that there was no permanent damage after the other female spoke again. ‘What a relief,' Ayala thought to herself. For the thought of losing a voice was a harsh penalty for wrongs. Ayala used her voice to sing out loud and laugh all the time even if only to herself, and she appreciated it fully. That bushy tail of hers wagged back and forth more fervently behind her, stirring a small breeze all its own in a small circumference. Ayala’s bright silver eyes glinted with a humor that only she alone could bring to the table, and she liked it. Ayala nodded her head in agreement to the other female’s now clear words. “Indeed it is,” Ayala concurred. She was glad that she had ventured here and was interacting with another that was new to her. The experience was wonderful, when it was given the chance to happen that is.</sup>