12-04-2018, 10:13 AM
She never expects him to consider her needs or wants; he has others to concern himself about and she figures into the small and few that can actually fend for herself no matter what. Despite the lean hungry look to her, she’s managed to snag a few plague-free mice and voles during her travels that have kept her from ending up as a bag-of-bones casualty. Of course when she’s really beset by hunger, she shifts and dates it with mouthfuls of unpalatable grass but it just wasn’t the same. It was enough to survive.
Sawtooth felt like that’s all she’s been doing since birth - surviving. Not that she minded. It made her tough and capable, but aloof and nigh untouchable. Except for him and their sister-wolf. Sometimes, it made for a lonely existence but then she just hunted a small varmint and all was right as rain.
Funny expression that, but she thought no more of it as she looked him over. He seemed hale enough; his coat glossy and his muscles hard and thick. In fact, he seemed to be at his best… she suspected a mare had something to do with that and couldn’t help laughing out loud. Their family was forever falling in love. Nothing wrong with that, she supposed.
Bane distracts her, as her mind is forever in flux between a myriad of thoughts. His voice is steeped in affection and she lets it soothe her disappointment in herself as he insists that Dayé is fine. Deep down, she knows this is true but still felt some speck of responsibility for not being strong enough - like him - to keep their odd but lovable pack together. She can feel his eyes on her but doesn’t respond until he tugs at the fur between her ears, reaching up to bat at his face with a playful paw.
“I bet you’re right, and I didn’t even think about other safezones but there must be more like this one.” She bobs her head, echoing his sentiment of certainty because she trusted that he was right. The words of adored big brothers are always absolute, she reminds herself with a toothy grin meant for him. Her tail thumps the ground happily as he mentions she did right by coming there, by tracking him. She takes pride in her ability to scent others and follow them with her keen nose.
Sawtooth stays low to the ground, belly-scraping low as she maneuvers around him and noses at the feather-fluff of his wings. “So what’s new with you big brother?” She doesn’t mention that she can smell a mare on him.
@[Wolfbane] ❤️