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[Catherine]

Well, that's what you get when you put together boredom, lots of criativity and nothing to do XD Catherine was wandering once again, going deeper and deeper within the tribelands. She had seen a few dwelings now and then, but she wasn't in mood of talking, which was very rare. Seymour was somewhere else, probably hunting an unfortunate pigeon. She wasn't with an especifical thought. She was thinking about everything and nothing at the same time. She throwed her head up, looking at the sky. It was very clouded, enough for raining or snowing. Sighing, she looked at a very tall tree and walked toward it. The sleepiness was taking on her, as usual, and she wasn't planning to rest on the ground. Sinking her long claws on the trunk of the pinetree, she begun climbing. As she sat on the biggest branch she could find, a smell reached her nose. Very dense and strong, she finally reconized it. Deer. Taking a leaf-full branch out of her way, she saw. It was certainly a big heird. Lots of them. Fifhteen or more. She giggled and her stomach growled loudly. Of course she was starvating, and probably the others of the tribe were hungry too. She wouldn't be so stingy to not share this chance of a feast without the others. She was thinking on howling, but it would warn the deers. She thought and had an idea. Quickly, she looked inside her bag. 'Where the heck did I put that...?!' she thought, angrily. Seconds later, she found it. The shiny, silver, long whistle was small inside her hand. She had found it when she was at Halifax, in a place called "Store". In the package, it was written that it was an special whistle, only heard by dogs. It didn't said that deers could hear it, but she would have to take a chance. The grayish wolf placed the whistle on her mouth and blowed. The piercing, pitch, soprano sound filled completely the air, aching her ears. She stopped after five seconds or else she would get deaf. Staring at the deers below, none of them seemed alarmed or something. She sighed in relief. Lucky her. The whistle had called Seymour to her, what surprised her. The peregrine falcon landed on the branch she was sitting on and harsed lowly to its owner. She hushed to him and went down a few branches to get nearer the ground. All she could do now was to wait for someone to appear and don't scare the creatures off. It would be a disaster.

[Dawali Amara]

Word Count: 555

Gvihita enjoyed acrobatics, occasionally anyway, and it seemed this was one of those days. While soaring about, flying this way and that over his head, she attacked him with questions, duties, things he should do but had not yet done. 'It is the new year soon, why have you not cleaned out your den? Why have you not made new carpets during the winter as you should? Why have you not.. ' And like this she continued, until a sharp, very high-pitched sound made her turn violently mid-swoop, and bolt for 20 meters in the direction it came from, alerted. Dawali understood her reaction as he had heard the sound very clearly - almost too clearly, as it bit his ears - and her hearing was far keener than his own. It must have hurt, and a little flame of sympathy for his strange friend was kindled in his chest. This flame quickly died when she fluttered back to him and made a flurry of feathers and flapping wings around his head, so he could not see what he was doing. She was excited, very well, but she could at least calm down! Do something useful, or at least speak!

Why don't you fly over to see what it is, for real, instead of being a nuisance?, he asked the bird, who without a word then darted again in the direction the sound had come from. Dawali was uneasy about this as well - it could be a signal, but he could read nothing in it, in comparison to a howl. It could be anything, although it certainly was no animal sound. Getting up, and leaving the carpet he had been patching on the steps of his den, he went to the horses' stable (a puny little thing he had risen himself, of lack of anyone else doing anything about the matter. He should rally the rest of the adults to get them proper shelter soon enough), and dressed one of the stout friends with the primitive riding-gear that the tribe usually used. The horse made a few approving sounds to his actions, and he then grabbed a bow and arrow from the stand just a few meters away, getting ready in case Gvihita did find out something he should handle. Ever since the attack, earlier last year, he could not find it in himself to trust anything except that which proved to him that it was safe, and strange, non-animal sounds were no exception.

Just as he led the horse from the shelter-building, the bird returned, speaking many a word, where the important parts involved Catherine, and a flock of deer. Surely Catherine was not in danger? Had she somehow gotten into trouble trying to take on any of them herself? She was an easy match for a male deer on her own - any wolf would be, unless equipped with proper weapons and a great deal of courage. Swiftly, he threw one leg over the horse's back and uttered sounds from his throat to tell the animal to start forward. 'It's not that far, really. But be quiet, there are a lot of them'. Gvihita would show him where they all were, and Catherine would probably be able to solve the mystery. The adrenaline that rushed through his veins should not go unused, nonetheless.

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[Caliber Craven]

Word Count: 538

A peculiar sound that Caliber never heard before echoed through the lands of AniWaya, ears immediately perking up and catching the strange sound. It was none like she heard before, nothing remotely like a howl, bark, yip, or anything to vocally be emitted from the throat of a wolf or Luperci. At first, she wanted to say it was some call of a bird, but living in the wild and adapting to many sounds over the years, that sound had to be some sort of bird that was a new species.

Caliber wasn't up to anything remotely important at this time. For the past couple of days she had been embarking on her own travels throughout the new lands to sniff things out and see what it was like. She had to admit that these lands were a little quiet, tranquil, but Caliber knew by feeling that there was definitely much activity going on in the Tribe lands, whether one seen them physically or not. The spirits were at work, like they have always been, masterminding their invisible magic upon the inhabitants of these lands. As to where the real inhabitants were in the living flesh, well, Caliber had not ran into one just yet after her acceptance into AniWaya. Curious to know what those of these lands were up to in their daily lives here, Caliber hoped to at least run into Catherine again, or perhaps the ebony female whom granted her acceptance here.

Feeling the curiosity of her natural wolf nature tug at the end of her tail, the three year old bounded off in the direction of where the sound was heard. It took some time to where her nose caught the distinct whiff of one whom she met in these lands. Catherine... she's close... This puzzled her in the back of her mind, thinking how odd of a sound would be emitting from Catherine. Regardless, she came down wind of both Catherine, Dawali, and the herd of deer that resided by, a scent faintly masked in the breeze.

Although the whistling sound wouldn't do justice as to who made that sound exactly, there was something by the snuff of deer in the air that told her of a congregation of prey. It was easy for wolves, and basically any creatures, to realize the situation of a hunt. Coming in swift and silent like the liquid shadows of the night themselves, Caliber took refuge by Catherine not too far away. Although it seemed that Catherine and Dawali were presently in their Optime forms, Caliber remained in her standard Lupus form, how she always liked to be at this point in time. However, if needs be to where they needed her to shift in order to make use of tools for this hunt (if they decided to use any), Caliber would certainly be ready to shift. Although she had left a makeshift elk hide nap sack back in an unmarked spot, her were hands were clever in manipulating any tools that came to the touch. For now, she remained and acted just like how a shadow would, lingering in the backdrop and watching with interested eyes and ears to catch any sudden motion or command given.

[Catherine]

W.C.: 273 Catherine quickly noticed the sounds of hooves, and sooner of paws. She grinned, and waved to DaWali as he approached. She gestured for him to be silent, and then to the elks, and she passed her hand straigh trough her neck, as cutting her throath. She climbed a few branches, so she could have a better view. She got her bow out of her shoulder and handled a arrow in it, but didn't aim. She would wait until Caliber to get her position as she wanted. Luckly she would have noticed her gestures. Her hands and legs were shaking lightly with the excitement to that hunting. It would certainly be a feast, if there was more helpers there. She sighed and made a face, trying to keep still. There was a space in the leaves that allowed her to see the others from where she was. If they wanted to comunicate, she would notice. She nodded to Seymour, and he harshed in a very casual way. The elks wouldn't notice them. She mimicated to the others AniWayans for them to wait a while. From a sudden, she noticed the slim body of Saw, her Spirit Guide. The black mamba had climbed the trunk and coiled at the branch, looking to Catherine with yellow, piercing eyes. "So, how are you doing with this hunting?" the snake asked with his hissy, ringing voice. She rolled her eyes. The hunting haven't even begun. She looked away from the snake and turned to the wolves below. She gesticulated for them if there was someone else coming. If no one else would appear, she would begin the hunting.

[Dawali Amara]

Word count:301 (hah! xD) Gvihita skillfully guided him to the right location, and just as she said he found Catherine and a flock of deer. Catherine was in a tree - he had heard she did enjoy climbing, although he hadn't seen it for himself. It looked somewhat strange, to him, although she seemed content where she was, and perhaps in this situation it was all very good. Her hand made a motion across her throat after pointing at the deer, and Dawali's face changed into a question mark - but then the young girl drew out her bow. Eager, now that he understood her attention, Dawali too brought his forward to his hands, found an arrow and put it at the ready. He didn't know what strategy Catherine had in mind, but she seemed able enough to signalize them. As he had been doing this another had arrived, the newly joined femme from a few days back! Dawali was enthusiastic, and quickly nodded to the female, with a smile. He was glad to see her, and eagerly looked around to see if there were more coming in. Gvihita sat on his shoulders, bristling with excitement: she always enjoyed the hunt. This was perfect timing! They would need a deer tongue for the coming ceremonies anyways - Catherine couldn't have picked a better time to discover these animals. Dawali's eye fixed on a young female grazing, oblivious of their presence, and then looked up to Catherine in the tree again. Dawali himself had much more experience with hunting, he was sure, but as the situation was it was easiest to let the girl stay in command. Otherwise they'd risk the prey getting away. Tense, with adrenaline at the ready, eager to be spent - Dawali waited. It would take some time to time it right.

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[Catherine]

W.C.: 516 Catherine couldn't hear anybody else coming, and time was passing. The herd was beggining to disband, and the wind was changing. It would warn the elks too soon. She mimicated to Dawali and Caliber that she would attack. She aimed her arrow at the biggest one, the bull elk. Pushing her bow as much as she could, her aiming was perfect. Letting go of the bow, her arrow flew toward the elk in a deadly speed, like a bullet. It hitted the bull's back with great precision. It stood in the hind legs for a second and ran away, the rest of the herd following it. She tried to hurt another one with another arrow, only scratching in another elk's rump. She jumped off the tree and ran toward the herd, taking off her knives. The other deer weren't in her sight, except the cow elk she harmed. The male were too strong to surrender this easily. Not really caring, she ran toward the harmed. She noticed the blood marks in the ground where the bull elk once had stood. The grayish female hoped to get that one later. She was on the female's track, which was running as fast as it could, the woman noting a smal limping. ’Great!’, she thought. Her legs were aching with the effort to keep on with her prey, but instead of lowering the march, she forced the run faster. It was killing her, but she was finally near enough of the elk. Using the last strength on her legs, she jumped and, with both knives, stabbed the animal's legs. It gave a kick, hitting on Catherine’s abdomen, throwing her a few feet away. Her head hit the ground and she rolled on it for a few second. When she noticed the cow elk had tripped and was now trying to get up, though the two knives still on its hump. Slowly, the grayish woman got up, clumsy, darting to the prey, not actually feeling her legs. Her powerful jaw mouthed the elk’s neck, breaking it with a loud crack. It was ended before it could react. She wasn't aware of where the others had gone, neither the prey and her partners. The female Luperci found herself with a kill that was too heavy to drag. Sighing, she just sat near it, hearing Seymour’s harsh, demanding her attention. The only thing that moved was her eyes, that met the large, brown eyes of the peregrine falcon. It landed lazily in the carcass, and started o nibble on its head. Rolling her eyes, the grayish Luperci waited. She wasn’t going to reject him food, so she ignored. Sitting near the dead elk, she hoped for anything that would give her news of the others. Look for them would be a waist of time, since the herd would be far away from where she was, and so would they. She prefered to wait there, hoping they would not be mad at her for not be helping. At least she got one of those, which was a great deal.

[Dawali Amara]

Skipping Caliber, she's had more than enough time. Word Count: 551 His yellow eyes looked keenly at the female in the tree, and after a few moments of waiting to see whether anyone else arrived, the girl motioned with her hands that she would strike in not long. He then turned his attention to the crowd in front of him, what would be dinner. Gvihita soared from his shoulder, flying rapidly, powerfully a few rounds above the herd, mapping the situation. Clearly, from her, Dawali could see the image of a female - a cow - standing slightly on her own. Quickly, Dawali's eyes found her, thankful for Gvihita's help, and as an arrow suddenly flew forcefully from the treetop, aiming for a bull, his arm reached backwards, deftly picking out another feathered arrow and getting ready to fire again. His first arrow had just landed, glancing the rump of the cow, sending her panicking in the commotion. He had no need to look at the bow he was operating, instead his gaze followed her every movement, oblivious to what went on with any other member of the herd. Gvihita soared above, her shrieking reverberating between the walls of his skull. No sound from her was heard from the others, nor could they see her, but she was very active within the hunt anyways. Images of the cow's movements, seen from above, flashed through his brain - not taking his attention, but as small, mild messages to help him. Another arrow, whose tip had been following the movements of the cow, now flew from his hands as the cow broke out in a more easily predictable path, and this time it hit better - stuck in the front leg, quite high up. If he was lucky she'd be hindered slightly by the pain - and lucky he was. Now she halted for a second, confused at the sudden pain but lack of an enemy, and before she could start properly again - though with an injured leg - her neck was rammed by another arrow. This time the cow stopped again, although not as controlled, and soon she was down with the panic and pain, and useless leg. Starting forward, Dawali saw with in the corner of his eyes Catherine fully into the battle, with a knife in her hands. He only looked for a glance, however, and watched his step as he burst forward towards the fallen cow, avoiding every animal that might still be nearby. They could be dangerous when they panicked, and he had no intention of increasing the redness of his own furs with the color of blood. Soon he was by the cow, but she was panicking greatly, her legs thrashing this way and that, dangerous and powerful, even if she was weaker than normally. Dawali stood at a distance, and turned to look around, and as Caliber was nowhere to be seen, at least not from where he stood, he turned to see if Catherine could aid him. He found that she sat by a fallen elk (male or female, he didn't bother to check) and thus he called out to have her come help him. It wouldn't be pleasant to take on the thrashing cow alone, but two might be able to do it. Hey Catherine! Can you give me a hand with this one?

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[Catherine]

Okay. Only hope it is not too godmoding -.-' After all, it didn't reached completely to her. Catherine was wondering where the others were, but she heard a known voice. Dawali's. She had to run a little to find him. The race she had to run after the cow elk had tired her a lot, she almost couldn't feel her legs. Looking at the falcon, she pointed to the ground, ordering him to stay. The grayish female went toward the voice, half running, half walking. She only knew she was really running because she could see them moving. When the red wolf was in her sight, she knew what he meant with "give a hand". The animal was harmed, but was still kicking around. She rolled her eyes, but pulled off the knives on her pants, one in which hand. She mimicated toward the male to fake she was not there and try to get the cow's attention. Crouching very lowly to the ground so she wouldn't get in the female's head height, but not enough to support her weight on her hands, holding the knives. Going right behind the elk, she prepared the attack. With the knives tight on her hands, she got up slowly, still half crouched, the arms up. Pushing them back to get more impulse, she released all her strenght at that attack. Not only her strenght, but her anger, her rage for every bad thing that happened to her and ruined her sense of life. The death of her mother and father, her wanders, her starvation, her problems, and more, don't matter how little it was. She could almost feel her eyes glittering with the madness she sent throught her body to her arms. She felt extremely light as the knives penetrated at the elk's skin, fat, muscles of the elk's back, and through the space between the cow's ribs. She didn't know what she hitted, but the creature was turning around crazily, like a worm on a hook. The grayish female left the knives where they landed and fastened backwards, away from the dangerous hooves, but then laughed. "I hope it was enough help." she said, with a joyous tone. Distracted with the red wolf, she didn't see the prey's limb rushing down toward her. It hitted near her arm and reached to the ground heavily, the strenght of the attack cutting her skin, forcing a whimpers out of her throat. It wasn't enough to brake her arm, luckly. If she was a little closer, she would have to wear a bandage again. Backing up a little more, yards away from the elk. She hold a hand over the wound, stalking the bleeding. It wasn't too heavy, neither too light, so it was a moderate cut. Less to wory about. She watched with empty eye to the elk dying and lie in the ground, motionless. "Oh, would you help me now? I killed one, and I can't pull it. Please?" she asked, with pleading eyes, not really worring about the cut. It wouldn't stop her, not now. After all it was just a cut right?

[Dawali Amara]

It's allright :) Word Count: 388 Dawali waited until Catherine came up to where he was standing, although before he could say anything she seemed to have a plan. Silently, not wanting to alert the animal further, he studied her with yellow eyes as she semi-crouched and approached the thrashing animal. The young girl, whom Dawali knew very little about, despite running into her seemingly everywhere, looked as if she was keenly focused on the task at hand. Dawali felt a nervousness creep up in him. Originally it had been his plan to have one of them distract the animal, perhaps with a stick, so the other could get close enough to stab something sharp into her throat (they had no spear, unfortunately). His fingers fidgeted nervously with his bow, worried for the safety of the young female, as though the cow was on her side she could easily twist around and kick her, and that would be it. Often enough had Dawali buried members after hunting accidents, and he knew nothing of Catherine's experience or style. The cow was much larger than even him, and he was quite tall for his species. As the girl suddenly attacked the panicking prey, with an aggressiveness that surprised the male, he started and took a step forward, wanting to help but finding no room for him in this operation. He would do no good startling the animal, and hopefully Catherine knew what she was doing. It seemed she did just that, as soon two knives were planted in vital areas of the cow, and the wounds slowed her enough to allow him to get close enough to slit the animal's throat. He didn't get to that, however, as just as Catherine moved away from the cow, the animal kicked out as a last effort and landed a blow on her arm. She held her arm as she came over to Dawali at a safe distance, but seemed to think it trivial in comparison to the situation. Dawali did not, however, and quickly reached out with his hands to check her arm out - if she would let him. He was a medic, after all. He would not take no for an answer, but he would not touch her until she had given him a yes. Let me look at that, the dead prey arn't going anywhere.

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[Catherine]

-- Catherine culd now feel the pain coming, burning her scratch, then her whole arm. The blood was starting to slip through her fingers and rolling along her arm lenght, the drops falling slowly from her thick, long fur. Fortunately, she wasn't caring much about it. She was thinking of how he did that, sink the knives almot to the end. She knew very well her own strenght, and she did this for the first time. It felt good, to be stronger than she really thought. It had to be the anger and hate she pushed in that attack, it could only be that. She came back to reality when Dawali's voice called her, asking to look at te wound. It only took a few seconds for the grayish female to nod to him and take off her hand from the cut, which now she saw, it was deeper than she thought. She swallowed air in shock. 'Woah!' she thought. It was hard to think that a simple hoof could do such damage. She had to admit, if she was a little closer, she would had broken her arm... again. The stripped female could only grasp if it would end up like a scar. Not that she cared too much, only another mark to remind her of her mistakes.

[Dawali Amara]

Word Count: 450 The dying cow was calming down behind them, becoming limper and limper every second from blood loss and panic. He did not really like leaving the prey like that - the meat became harsh in both taste and consitency, but he wasn't entirely in a position to be picky. Besides, another bulk further away (and also Catherine had spoken of another taken down prey) promised great rewards for their efforts. Catherine removed her hand and Dawali swiftly put his hands on it, lifting it up to his eyes to examine it. It was deep, it seemed, but no great stress had been caused to the muscle nor the sinew - which was a relief. He had guessed already, as Catherine would probably have reacted stronger had she been deeply hurt, and also she seemed able to move it o.k. Nothing was broken, and nothing was torn, though the blood was considerable. The skin had burst open in an uneven formation due to the sudden pressure put upon it by the hoof, and it would likely be heavily bruised around the wound as well, though it wasn't yet. With a finger he touched the skin next to the cut and tried to push it to the side, to see how easily it moved, and also how deep it really was. Finally satisfied with seeing that it was deep, but not dangerous, and clean from the bleeding (which was considerable), he reached for the pouch on his belt and opened it. One hand rummaged around its contents for a while, until found what he was looking for. A small item, herbs wrapped in a thin skin for protection, was then in his hand, and with the other he deftly undid the wrapping, grabbed a few leaves and crushed them to a fine powder on his palm. He continued to do so until he had a fine heap nearly half an inch high, when he then put the pouch and everything in it onto the ground and motioned for Catherine to stretch out her arm. This will sting, but please don't start. If she jerked her arm with the pain once he applied the semi-powdered herbs he would miss with most, if not all of it, and his storage was not as high as he liked it to be. His three main fingers grabbed some of the herbs, and he pushed the wound open, only slightly, with his smallest finger, and started sprinkling the crushed herbs into the bleeding wound. It did little, except stop the bleeding, but that was the only thing necessary at the moment. His yellow eyes looked only at the wound and his movements, thinking of nothing else.

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[Catherine]

-- Catherine felt his fingers moving up her wound, and it huted, but only enough to twist her face into a grimace. She wasn't much worried of the wound. She tried to think that the cow elk weas suffering more than her, and that was for sure. The elk finally fallen down, her eyes closing slowly, her tongue half out of her mouth, her legs in a weird looking position. She wished to end it more quicker, but she couldn't now, and it would be too late to do it after. 'Well, before it than me' she thought. The male warned her of something she really didn't pay much attention. She turned her head from the cow to the red wolf, noticing that he was gating some herbs. It took too much for her to get it, and when she did, it was already done. She felt a very strong, piercing sting on her wound. It made her eyes widen in shock and pain, a rough, strungled whimper ripping out her throath, almost impossible to hear. Her breathing fastened, the adrenaline rushing her heart beating speed. It was only for the shock, beause it got better after a few seconds. Maybe because she already got worse pains, maybe it was the adrenaline rush. She wasn't sure. Luckly, the shock hand't been enought to force her arm to move. Better for her and for him. She sighed in relief, and looked to him, to assure him she was okay. She nodded, asking him to continue whatever he was planing to do. She wasn't much of a healer to know that.

[Dawali Amara]

Word Count: 402 It was obvious that the herbs did sting, seeing as Catherine did react, although she kept her arm still, to Dawali's relief. Sighing, the female looked at him with an expression that could only be read as relief. Working quickly, Dawali put his hand over the wound, having nothing else to hold it with, and waited for a while. The herbs would sting, but in the end they would make sure Catherine did not have such a bad scar, and it would bleed and ache less. Hold it like this, he said, knowing it sounded very much like a command. It was, in fact, but not because he was a leader and therefore in a position where he could give them - no, it was because both would see the necessity of doing what he said, given his position as a medic, and thus he would not need to express himself in any other way. Bending down, not looking to see if she did as he had told her or not (he simply assumed she would), he gathered his things again, small packets like the one he'd found that herb in, and put them back in the pouch. Once he stood up, the male scratched his head - noticing that the cow was already dead - and spoke his mind out loud. So what of those elk.... Your arm isn't that well, but I think perhaps Bella could be of use. Gvihita sat perched lazily on a branch in the tree where Catherine first had sat when he found her, taking in the smell of blood and the adrenaline now slowly evaporating from the place and the wolves in it. Without even waiting to hear if Catherine had a say about anything, his mind focused on being efficient, he strode right over to Bella and stroked her neck for a moment or two, soothing her, as the whole ordeal hadn't been overly easy on her nerves. Once she had forgiven him for his violent display moments before, he reached into one of her packs to see if there was rope - and he was in luck. Taking the large coil of rope with him he returned to the now dead cow, with full intention to tie her up and somehow transport her to the village centre and the storage room. Just because the animals were dead didn't mean the work was over.

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[Catherine]

Mind if you ended this one? ^3^ Catherine did as she was told. She kept still, although her skin was burning with those stingings and held her arm as Dawali shown her. After all, he was a doctor and knew what he was doing. There was no reason for her to not do it. When the red wolf started to gather his stuff back, she tried to stand up without using both her arms. It was almost imposssible, but she did. It would be hard to help with both arms useless. Everytime she moved the harmed one, it ached like hell, and the other, she wouldn't move anyway. She whisted sharply and loudly. It would probably scare or just surprise the male, but it worked and Seymour's shade in the sky shown up. It falled toward the ground but floated before actually reaching it. Not even bothering to land on the grayish female's shoulder, she just used the low speech. It only took a seconds for the bird to go and land on the male head, taking care not to claw him. "He will lead you to the other one." she told him. The wolfess had other things to do. "Sorry, But I think I'll place something here, you know. I wished to help you out, but... well.." She said, nodding her head to the wound covered with her hand. That would be enough. She wanted to wave, but was afraid to do something wrong or painful. She watched the peregrine falcon to flap his wings in front of Dawali, harshing, demanding his attention. She rolled her eyes because of the bird's overreaction. After all, she had already told the male that he was going to guide him, all that excitement was worthless. But it was his personality, and she had to take it. As she did until now. 'I just hope he remembers to be humble...' she thought. It was Seymour's personality to be show-off sometimes. As if he would stop himself in front of an known face, but not that well. She sighed, imaginating what stupid, reckless, mindless that falcon would do.

[Dawali Amara]

Okies. Post again within three days if you still want to post, then I'll close it. Word Count: 443 Catherine's arm was useless, and he saw that she quickly realized her place. He'd rather have her go home and tend to her arm than stick around and watch him do the dirty work with the fallen prey, although it was a lot of work for just one man. He'd probably be at it all day, and silently he looked around him - hoping to catch a glimpse of Caliber. She'd been there earlier, although in the midst of fighting and shooting his arrows and the like he'd lost track of everything, thus she could be about anywhere now. For all he knew she could be hurt, and for that reason he would take a checking trip as soon as Catherine left, both to know that Caliber was allright, and in case she might be able to help him with all this.. meat. Hell, the whole tribe could feast on this for.. well, a week. It was timely, because Ayegali was without doubt preparing for the spring ceremony sometime soon, and all of this would come in handy. They had Catherine to thank for it. Just as he was standing there, thinking, and absently looking at Catherine's arm, a bird flew nearly into his face, chirping. Now, Dawali was used to birds - and Gvihita was as annoying as any, although Gvihita wasn't .. as real as this one, and his head started back as he looked at the creature with wild eyes. His arms flung up to protect his face, although that was mere reaction from his natural instincts, because he knew the bird wouldn't be harming him, really. He'd seen him with Catherine before, and assumed he was some sort of trained helper to her of sorts. Catherine apologized for her "uselessness", although Dawali, as soon as he had calmed his nerves, waved it away with a gentle movement. Don't worry about it, just go home and take care of your arm. And yes, you should put some pressure on that. Again he looked to the arm, and then at the bird, then the dead cow by his side. Sighing heavily, he turned around in the direction of Bella and smacked his lips to order her to come over. Gvihita sitting on the branch looked gloomily at the bird named Seymour, as if it was her task, and hers alone, to annoy him. Instead, then, of being useful, the great bird took off and flew away - god knew where. That was her way of annoying him. I'd best get started, I guess... Thank you for this Catherine, I think it will be more than enough for us all to feast on.

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