Tarn | Male | 15 | Hunter | Tiger | M: Arya

Tarn nodded along as she explained her day. He felt her push against his shoulder playfully and it nudged his heart closer to the edge of his ribs. It was a weird feeling, your heart teetering precariously. He opened his mouth to speak but found it dry. He cleared his throat to fill the awkward void of silence. He hoped that it would kickstart his voice box too.

“Uh,” he started and was relieved that it worked. “Um,” he started to collect what he had done that day. Everything seemed to be misted over and blurred. “I, uh, woke up.”

Archery, a voice reminded him. Right, I did archery, he replied to it mentally although it was his own conscience.

“I practiced drawing my bow this morning. Very exciting.” He added sarcastically with a smile and he felt his fur warm up again. “Uh, what else did I do?” He looked up to the sky and the leafy branches which patched the sunlight. That reminded him of the way he woke up and he looked back at her, still avoiding her eyes. “The sun woke me up. ‘Shined its light right into my eye. Followed the scent of two of ours who had gone outside of camp, just to make sure they weren’t taken. ‘Went down to the creek. Then I went back to camp, watched the others, and started practicing my stance. Then I saw you.”

Totally didn’t think about my parents. His thoughts added. He remembered then that the whole reason why he pursued her was to thank her for walking by. He decided against it. It was weird and she’d press why.

A magpie fluttered above and he heard its angry caws. It landed on a branch above them and its beady black eyes stared at him unblinkingly. He remembered a poem about magpies that his mother had taught him before the tiger. One for sorrow, Two for mirth, Three for a funeral, Four for birth, Five for heaven, Six for hell, and Seven for the devil himself. Beyond that, he didn’t know. He edged a bit closer to Arya, eyeing the bird suspiciously as they walked on. Was he being superstitious? Maybe a touch, but he couldn’t help but push them to walk quicker and away from the bird’s gaze.

+He gently unwraps his arm as the pain was getting worse, he winces as he looks at the wound still bleeding slightly feeling light headed he gets up and sits by a tree slowly leaning back on it trying to rest his eyes hoping that would help with his light head. Finally relaxing he whimpers softly as another shot of pain rushes though his arm+ "This will definitely make me slower when we have to move...but I can't let that worry the team...thinking about it"

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+He slowly makes his way towards the female snake leader hiding his arm under his hoodie and behind his back, meeting the others eyes held nods as a greeting before he opens his mouth+ "I think we should start moving...we have been here long enough" +Though his voice was soft he was serious about his words+

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+Needing to get a better sense of this mystery she looks towards the kids before she tells out for the one she though could help, one with a nose that is strong, that belonging to a walk Matei+ "Matei can you please come here...I need your help with something" +She calls out waiting for the kid to reach her she picks up the piece of fur covers in black turning back towards the kids+

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"Can you see who this belongs to...I know it's two dogs but it also smells like we'll wolf" +She says trying not to make the younger alarmed by her statement scratching the back of her neck softly nervous about how the young wolf will think or smell+

She caster her pole into the water, when she heard some splashing in the water. She looked over at the source of the sound, and seen some kids playing in the water. She continues fishing and makes sure the hook stays away from the kids so they wouldn't get hooked. After fishing for a while, she seen the girl that was with them call them and they got out. She listened and heard something about blood. She got curious and walked over to the group too see what was happening.

Getting out of the water and making sure the younger kids were not in the rapids. He walked over to Skya where she currently was examining what his eyes picked up to be a fight. Fur twigs and dirt were displaced In the area and some blood splattered in a few places. Stretching out his clawed hand he took hold of the fur she offered. He took a good few whiffs and could tell the fur was from another canine but not a wolf. "This fur is canine but not a wolf. jackle or wild dog maybe?" Which worried him as only hybrids of those types lived in these parts not the animal itself. He leaned down and touched a bit of blood bringing it to his nose. His green eyes flashed to their bright gold in worry as he recognized his brothers scent. He started to feel the slight tingling he felt the first and only time he shifted. He pushed it down not allowing it to take over, Ignoring every instinct. "I need to find my brother and we should probably get back if other hybrids are this close."

She made it over to the others, and looked at the mud. "What happened here?" she asked Skya. It definately was canine blood. She smelled the air, and realized that it was a wolf's and a wild dog's.

Oops double post ^^

Matei|M kid 13|Wolf|M: kids,pack

Matei nodded and folllwed close behind ears and eyes on high alert. He put his clothes back on as they walked. Stopping breafly to tie his boots and quickly tie Zens. He tightened his axe sheath back at its place on his hip. Unlatching the snap though so his axe was at ease of use just in case. Wanting to help ease the tension he shook his river drenched tail sending water in all directions towards the other two kids.

Clover nodds and heads towards where the pack's camp was. She looked behind her, and started thinking about random things and possibilities on her way to the camp. She listened for anything suspicious, or that could be a threat as she walked to the camp. When she got there, everybody was packing up, and getting ready to go. She did the same gathering her few meager belongings in an old sak, and slung it over her shoulder. She went around helping who ever needed help packing.