07-11-2018, 01:10 PM
Sawtooth has heard the stories about her mother and father. Stories about their love for one another and stories about their herd of children they’d happily raised. But stories could only carry her so far - about as far as a cloud in fact, even though clouds can go very far.
It’s just that her mind would drift off on a path different from the cloud’s. Really she was too little to say if their stories or the mingling of their blood in her veins had shaped her beyond the semi-wild thing that she was, just running all about. Wound was the only one to rein her in so far.
Sawtooth came and went —
Tephra. Loess. The playground. It was only a matter of time before she truly began to explore but neither a wolf nor a horse know it have true boundaries but fences and man. Neither of which are likely to ever be encountered in this strange but amazing world. So the feral child does as she pleases until Mama-Wound has something to say about it.
Except mama-mare has been missing so Sawtooth takes advantage of this fact by spending more than her fair share of time here rather than in Tephra. The hills delight her endlessly as she scrambled from rock to rock in the form of a scruffy black wolf pup. What transpires here beyond the most basic fact that her older brother is king are things that she gives no thought too. Political intricacies and intrigue do not thrill her - not yet and maybe never. But the hardy green things that grow her like saplings that snap back when she tries to wrestle them to the ground and the rocky hills that challenge her to stay fit and fast on her feet... ahhhh.
Sawtooth gives a short bark of happiness as she takes a daring leap from one big fat boulder to the next. She perched upon the second boulder and surveys as much of the kingdom as she can from her perch. They come and go, reminding her of ants in their dreary March until the sheer boredom of watching them finds a sigh leaving her fanged mouth. She goes sliding off the rock in a sloppy lazy manner of liquid bones and black fur before bounding off towards the main clearing.
As she goes, her nose works fast and furious with every wet suck of breath into her lungs. Hmmm... there is a familiar scent in the air - one that she has smelled before. Then there is a familiar face and this time he looks more horse than half that and half cat-thing that he was. Sawtooth is almost certain he won’t recognize her as she circles behind him then plants herself rather firmly right in front of him. “What are you doing here?”
Again, no tact - no tact at all.
@[Titus] <3