keep your weapons aimed, push down your fears

MUTE - AMUTAQ & ZETERI - LEVI'S SOUL - OF TAVIORA

Tuari was so happy to have Yoska home. It felt like a large piece of her life had fallen back into place and her family was back to generally normal. With Yoska back as well the mostly black girl’s life had improved tenfold. Having her twin back made a world of difference in her happiness and while she still wished to have her father, brother and mother back he was by far the most influential wolf in her life, her rock, save for Levi now. Levi was a different matter entirely. She cared for him, though she still didn’t quite understand the implications of them being imprints save for her brothers he was one of the few that truly understood her every movement and action. She cared for him for that and was happy trying to help him in obtaining his own goals. He wasn’t a bigot, he had his purpose and stuck to himself and his beliefs so strongly and she admired that in him.

Right now she was on her own though hunting for the moment. Often since his hunt with the new True Arrow Astrid she hunted with Jinan and even Yoska came with her now if he had a moment to spare. That was always fun hunting with any of the boys that she held close to her heart (and soul in Levi’s case) was always the best times she had. Today she was on her own. A hare for herself was all she really needed, and Jinan was more than capable than hunting for himself now she didn’t have to hunt as much as she used too. Her stomach gave a little rumble as she made her way to one of the best hunting spots she knew. There was plenty of brush and a clearing of some taller grasses where she knew hare and other various prey came around to eat. She waited, she was extremely patient in all regards to hunting, hunkering down and simply waiting. The sound of the woods filled her ears, the slowly reviving forest creaking, the birds chirps as they anticipated the spring months. She did too for that matter, so close it was to spring now that she was already filled into her full potential, but spring was also the best hunting season.

It wasn’t too long after her arrival that she saw her target, a single hare dared to venture out and try to eat some of the newly grown grasses. Tuari watched and waited, hazel eyes focused on it through the thick brush. She was about to spring when two scents touched her nose causing her to suddenly jolt upwards and of course ruining all chances she had to capture her prey but it was forgotten even over her slightly irritated stomach. Instead the girl did a 180 running off as fast she could back to her den.

It would surely be where he would go! Home! Was it really true? Had more of her family returned to her? She was so excited her heart raced as fast as her paws were moving leaping across the forest until she burst through the brush surrounding the den and ramming herself forward not even stopping as her eyes found the almost pure black male she knew to be her father. She greeted him as she would have her brother when he had returned as well. Crashing into him and burying her head into his neck fur, though as large as she was she was likely to knock him over. She couldn’t help herself though. Tears welled up in her eyes so happy to see him home, but she didn’t cry. Unlike Yoska she didn’t immediately notice the lack of her mother’s scent on his pelt, but Luk was somewhere around here… right? She could smell him, maybe he was dragging behind? But after a few moments she finally noticed it and slowly pulled back before looking around for her mother then to Yoska before trailing back to her father. What had happened to their mother? It was an obvious question, she didn’t have to try and mouth the words her father was one of the wolves who just knew and she knew that hadn’t changed.

Tuari