Logfile from TwoMoons - Wintersky.
Northeast Area - Mist Valley - Mist Valley Lands(#10752RDJSas)
This area of the valley is thinner, the woods ending in a large clearing just before it gets near the waterfall and the lake to the north. The clearing hear looks over the lake to the north, following the river that connects from it, to the lands across the river to the east from here. The faces of the valley loom up in the distance, showing the sheer size and majesty of the mountains.
The rainy season has finally passed as the winds shift, blowing in from over the mountains towards Sun-Comes-Up. The region remains a lush and full green, the snow fall melting into a torrential run-off down the mountains, swelling the lake and the river, causing some flooding of the banks. The animals of the valley working to bring new life to the valley. The river and lake very popular places to beat the heat. The daystar rises high over the valley.
Newgreen has come to the valley and with it, a new elf has found his way home as well. This would be growing common knowledge around the camp that PreyRunner and Silverclaw had found a new elf in valley, an unusual elf by the name of Mooneye. This time of hte day finds PreyRunner sitting crosslegged by the fire, setting a cleaned ravvit skull on the fire to dry out.
The new arrival to the camp has brought, with the help of SilverClaw and PreyRunner, his picket of pronghorns to the clearing here in the Northeast Area of the holt. The animals number four in all with one of them being younger than a yearling. Mooneye stands a short distance from PreyRunner, looking the animals over. He sends, to the Chieftain, ** They will be enough to feed everyone in the tribe then? With the remergences, there must be a great many people hidden away in this holt. **
Wintersky naps at the chief's feet. Mooneye's send causes her to stir slightly, but she does not wake from her slumber.
Northwind hesitates on her way to the river, hearing the unfamiliar sending. In addition to keeping to herself, she is twice reluctant to appear and meet strange elves at the moment, but the clear, cool waters of the river call, after the winter's cold. She peers into the clearing, seeing the chief and Wintersky.. and another.
Even as far away as the river, PreyRunner would know Northwind's scent anywhere. Caressing Wintersky's sleeping cheek, he smiles to Mooneye and nods, ** Plenty of meat for close to a moon, if not more... we are grateful of your gift of food. Come and join us by the fire? ** motioning ot the sleeper, ** She is Wintersky... and theone sneaking by the river is Northwind. ** affection in his tone and yet, a little reesrved for some reason.
PreyRunner's introduction of the sneaking elf has Mooneye turning to see just where Northwind is slinking at. He crosses his arms over his chest, bowing his head towards her with a grin that is no where near hidden amongst his whiskers. ** Heyla cousin. ** That said, he turns back to PreyRunner, ** The tribe is welcome, for the gift at least. After all, they would only go to waste if I left them out there. **
Wintersky mumbles in her sleep, brushing away Preyrunner's hand as it tickles her cheek. She grumbles something about troll-headed elves and rolls over, covering her head.
Spotted so easily. Northwind looks slightly chagrinned but the expression passes like wind-blown cloud. She draws herself up and steps clearly into view. ** I was not sneaking, ** she sends evenly. Which is true. She had merely paused at the sound of sending. The pale elf glances from Wintersky's irritable rest to the newcomer, seeming to ignore the nearby pronghorns. Clear blue eyes regard him without any apparent warmth, the barest nod the only acknowledgement she gives him.
A soft sigh from the chief, it seems there is trouble in paradise.. or such that the valley is to the occupants. Prey rests his hand on Wintersky's shoulder and sends something privately to Northwind, even as he motions her over, ** Come, lovemate... Mooneye was once of the old Warren, about a 100 turns of hte seasons ago. **
Wintersky snorts at the hand, grumbling, "..said get yer troll pokin' hands off.... stupid goback." She rolls away, curling into a little ball. Ahh.... sleep good.... better when left alone.
Mooneye's eyes fall down to Wintersky at her mumbling and he runs a hand over his mouth, all in the effort of smoothing out his goatee... and to hide a grin that pops into place. He chooses the safer path, of only adding a few words to PreyRunner's, ** It doesn't seem it was that long ago.. but I suppose it was. **
Northwind's gaze flickers to the chief at his sending and her emotionless expression wavers before coming firmly back in place. She keeps her eyes on Mooneye as she steps closer to the chief and his lovemate. ** Ayooh, ** she sends politely to Mooneye. ** That's longer than I can claim, ** she adds quietly. There is an undercurrent there that most would not understand, if they even notice.
PreyRunner just so happens to be drowning in the said undercurrent, even as he reaches for numerous branches. He leaves Wintersky alone now, arms resting on his knees, ** He is from warren, before I was ever from warren. ** explains the chief, ** All elves are welcome ni the valley... Windy, would you come and join us? **
Mooneye steps a half step closer and to the side in an attempt not to crowd the elf with few emotions showing. ** Seems there are few left from the time I was here. But, ** He looks straight to Northwind, ** You've surely been a part of the tribe more recently... which gives you the step up. **
Wintersky grumbles at all the sending, murmuring, "...let an elf sleep!..."
Northwind corrects the former Warren Holter curtly, switching to speech in deference for Wintersky's temper, "I am a guest here." She finds a tree quite close to the fire where Preyrunner and Wintersky are and leans against it. "To have been a member of the tribe before chief Preyrunner, you must be an elder," she nods a little more respectfully.
Mooneye's near silver eyes cast down in thought at that. An elder... weren't those the grumpy old men that told him he needed to go find himself? ** Never thought about that really. ** Mooneye sends, not even thinking that the sound of his sending would disturb the sleeping elf.
Stiffening imperceptably as Northwind says she is only a guest in the valley, Prey shakes his head a little sadly, dejected and closes his eyes a moment, before opening htem again, a quiet exterior once more. He does not speak now, chewing his lip.
It doesn't, really. Winter's just a grumby sleeper. Always has been. Always will be. Time with the gobacks didn't help matters. She sighs and snuggles down in to a deeper sleep.
Northwind doesn't see so much as sense the chief's upset. Considering her words, the alternate meaning hits her and she bites her lip, regretting her response. Her fingers twitch to touch him and reassure. But then, she only spoke true; she -isn't- a member of his tribe, lovemate or no. Angry at herself, she fixes Mooneye in an intense, cool look, "Well, perhaps it's something to consider. Elders have their place and responsibility in the tribe." Not that she would know, really, but it is what she was taught.
And Northwind is many turns older then even the chief is... she's his elder, funnily enough. Since Northwind does not come nor respond to his send, the chief adopts a grumpy look on his face. Getting a send, Prey looks towards Northwind and replies quietly.
Wintersky snorts and sits up to shake herself awake. Grumbling, she opens her eyes, sniffing the kill. "Hmmm... breakfast in bed. My favorite."
Northwind's expression twists again at the locksend from the chief, the expression changing so quickly back that one watching may think it a trick of the light or imagination.
Mooneye should probably kill one of the pronghorns hmm? Seeing as how so many want to have a fresh feast ready just now. His arms drop from the crossing of his chest, hands gripping to rest low on his hips. ** Maybe, though, an elder should be a part of a tribe to be considered an elder hmm? I've not been here long enough to be as much a guest as you are... or less so. ** His eyes shift between chief and Northwind.
PreyRunner is normally a much more relaxed easygoing elf... really. Events of hte last hand of days have soured the poor elf's mood, even as he tries to fix it. Looking from Northwind up to Mooneye, he smiles and nods, ** Your gift, you are entitled to the choicest parts. ** he explains and gives Wintersky's ears a tussel, teasing them as she wakes.
Wintersky shakes her head vigorously at Prey's tease and looks up at him and his lovemate and smiles, "Morning, Chief! Northwind." Oh... a new elf on the breeze? She looks over at Mooneye, studing him as she stands to her feet. Okay, who is this, what does he want, and does he share?
(Mooneye's Desc) Mooneye is slender, but all elves just about are slender, his build is lean, with long muscles for arms and thighs. He has the look of a wanderer, one who has had to live on his own for some time with toned back and chest. The reason for his name may be found in his eyes, for they look like two moons of glistening grey with flecks of purple that make it look all the more lunar. His hair is a deep red, towards brown with the mass pulled back by two braids that start in his bangs and go back to tie near the crown of his skull. Not chief knots or chief braids, but close in appearance. He has a pair of side burns that come down along his jaw and stop just where his jaw would be, as well as a small beard and mustache combo that is reminiscent of a goatee, leaving a few inches of bare skin from just under his eyes all the way down his neck in a wide stripe. He has only one scar visible, a shiny band of flesh raised faintly under his left eye that goes towards his ear, thin and long but not seeming to detract from his vision. He wears simple leathers, a pair of black dyed pants that hug his legs and hips and that flair at mid-calf to go over his boots that can just barely be seen from under the leather. He wears a vest that has holes at the arm holes designed to be able to lace arms onto them if need be, the sleeves somewhere in his pack and leaving the toned biceps bare. A necklace is tight around his neck, the rawhide band almost looking like it digs into the tendons of his neck, there are three small shells wrapped into the rawhide and it looks like one has been lost because of the placement of the three.
Northwind watches Mooneye and the pronghorns, watches Wintersky wake and Preyrunner tease her gently. A tiny smile touches her lips as Mooneye immediately captures Wintersky's attention, though it fades quickly. Of their own will, her legs carry her to where the chief and the Go-back bred elf sits. She kneels on the new grass there, focused on Preyrunner, temporarily oblivious to Wintersky and Mooneye. Doubtless, they'll keep each other preoccupied with no help from her.
Giving Wintersky's bottom a playful pinch, ** Say hello to Mooneye, he's newly returned .... from long long ago. ** grinning without explaantion, though he does reach his hand to gently place it on Northwind's bent knee. ** << warmth >> **
** Morning. ** The send from the only elf Wintersky did not greet. Mooneye lets his eyes fall over the newly standing one and sends a question to PreyRunner, ** A kill here wont draw any unwanted attention would it PreyRunner? Me thinks it's time to bring down breakfast. ** The four pronghorns all shift nervously a moment before settling back down to their misirable life on a rope.
Wintersky certainly does like variety, for as the wind shifts, the scent of ...underworlder(!) drifts from her and her leathers. At the mention of a kill, Wintersky looks at the pronghorns, and licks her lips. Easy pickings. In reply to Mooneye, Wintersky winks, "Only from me, Mooneye, Prey said? I'm Wintersky." Of course, she slept when Preyrunner introduced her.
Northwind remains quiet, not at all uncommon for her. She's only peripherally aware of the conversation going on about the pronghorns, seeming completely indrawn, perhaps sending to Preyrunner.
PreyRunner knew that Wintersky was keeping hte Underworlder... relaxed, yes, that's it... not that Prey minds at all, Winter is entitled to whatever company she chooses. Prey does look from the other two elves back to Northwind with concern on his face, though he does not say anything, looking back to Mooneye and Wintersky, ** You want to help him clean the kill, lovemate? ** before looking back to Northwind and sends again...
Wintersky smiles at Preyrunner, leans over to give his ear a lick, before turning to Mooneye, "Love to, lovemate. Well, Mooneye, which one should we hack into?"
** Aye, Mooneye. ** The newest arrival glances past Windersky to PreyRunner and then back to Winersky when she takes the offer. He nods back towards the beasts. ** Come, I'll let you pick since you seem teh hungriest of the bunch. **
Wintersky grins at Mooneye and follows him toward the pronghorn. She's hungry... but not too very hungry. Just a nibble... But htere are cubs that will want yummy food. She picks the smaller of hte four though. No sense is wasting. "That one looks tasty," she says pointing. From a certain angle, it might look as if she's pointing toward Mooneye. wink
Northwind grits her teeth at the chief's sending, a bit of hardness coming back into her expression. She glances at the other two elves, not really seeing them.
PreyRunner can't win for trying and drops the argument entirely, unhappy but trying not to show it. He stands up and dusts off his bottom of some grass and turns away from Northwind to reach for the waterskin to clear his mind.
Mooneye does his best not to intrude on Northwind and PreyRunner, the lovers look to be having problems.. and he is better at causing problems than fixing them. And so, he starts to untie the chosen pronghorn from the line. The animal's eyes widen, panic coming to it's face. There is the sense that it knows, maybe, that it's soon to be slaughtered. The others shy, SHIFTING away from the doomed creature. Mooneye drops his gaze down to Wintersky and produces a sturdy if old, bone knife. ** I think your right. The younger it is, the more tender the meat. ** Of course, the smaller animal is only a turn old or so. Moon offers the bone dagger towards Wintersky, ** Would you like the honors? **
Wintersky smiles at Mooneye, sharp little teeth bared. From her thigh, she produces a troll-made brightmetal dagger, no doubt acquired from her stay with the gobacks, "Hmmm... I love sliding a blade into flesh." She lets her brows jump, her eyes dancing, before she draws the blade across the creatures throat.
Northwind stays where she is, head bowed, hands resting in her lap. Abruptly conscious of the other two elves being excluded, she rises and steps over in time to see Wintersky kill the pronghorn with a swift, smooth swipe of the blade. The other female elf's words make her shiver a little. Resolutely pushing her feelings back, she pulls out her own knife, ready to help with the gutting and skinning of the animal. Hm.. perhaps the other pronghorns should have been moved away? she considers, scolding herself for the belated thought.
Hungry as he is, PreyRunner has lost his appetite. Offering teh waterskin to Wintersky as she makes the kill, the chief just stands and watches, not making eye contact to Northwind right now, not wanting to argue again. Things were /so perfect/... and now... The chief sighs.
The other animals probably should have been, but Mooneye didn't think about that either. Always he slaughters close to the others, so they wont get lost while he kills and clean one of their number. Maybe that's why the little one knew it was going to die. Wintersky's words draw a grin from him, a smile that lights his eyes and brings a soundless chuckle from him. ** Interesting. ** The pronghorn's eyes glaze and it stumbles down to it's side before the gushing of the blood from it's neck let's it life slip away.
Wintersky steps back to lick her blade, keeping her eyes on Mooneye as she does so, before she turns to smile at Prey, noting (FINALLY) he's upset tenseness of shoulders. A private send is given her chief as she takes the waterskin.
You locksend ** Something wrong, Chief? ** to PreyRunner.
As the young pronghorn's movements still, Northwind comes closer, bending with knife poised. She glances at Wintersky, then Mooneyes when she sees the chief's lovemate communicating with him. A tilting of the chin in inquiry before she begins dressing the pronghorn with efficient silence.
PreyRunner locksends ** She does not feel she is a part of hte tribe... I asked her something she ws not ready for... and now she is upset with me. **
Replying in send, PreyRunner looks from Wintersky to Northwind and where she stands. He sends something towards the other female, then closes his eyes, torn with conflict.
You locksend to PreyRunner, Wintersky snorts, wolflike, **She hunted with us, did she not? You're her lovemate, are oyu not? As Chief, you accepted her? Is it YOUR fault she's too troll-headed to realize she's loved?** Bumps your mind gentle, **Besides, think of the make-up joining after the storm blows over.**
Mooneye still doesn't intrude, when the chief's lovemates switch off, he turns to kneel beside Northwind, working with a different part of the freshly slaughtered animal. His eyes sweep up towards Wintersky but come back down to Northwind. ** This valley... a nice place. Did you ever chance to see the old Warren? **
PreyRunner locksends ** Aye, as stubborn as a pregnant branchhorn!! How do I make her see? I don't... she is hard to understand at times, she does not follo the Way, it makes getting through to her, difficult. **
You locksend ** Maybe it needs a female touch? ** to PreyRunner.
PreyRunner locksends ** You think you could, lovemate? **
Wintersky sends back and forth with Preyrunner, and nods finally, a smile on her lips. She moves over to kneel by Northwind and bump shoulders lightly, friendly. Her eyes are merry, unworried as she asks Northwind, "You want to give our guest first taste of this kill, tribemate?
Northwind nods, her eyes on the work of her blade. ** The valley is beautiful. It's the most beautiful place I have ever seen. ** She looks up at Mooneye's question. ** Uh.. no, don't believe I did. Though it isn't far from here? ** she asks in return, seeming almost normal. She pauses in the work of cleaning the kill to slant Wintersky a look, then to Prey, standing beyond her. ** Of course. But perhaps the chief should have the first portion? ** she asks.
Wintersky laughs at Northwind, shaking her head, "Guests first, then the hunter that got the kill, then the Chief, then the rest." She winks, "Not exactly pack order, but works well, when there's enough for all."
Mooneye looks past both maids to their chief. ** Or we could all take our share at once. ** THe animal is big enough for everyone to squat around it. Of course, it may be a messy puddle of blood someone has to stand in, but, shouldn't that honor get to go to the one who did the killing?
Snapped out of his somber mood, PreyRunner nods first to Winter's send, then glances to Northwind and offers a smile, sending, ** The old warren Holt is only a 2 day ride from here, out on the large hill on the plains. It was a good Holt, but flooding collapsed it. ** he explains, stepping over, he crouches by the kill, ** Alright... I am hungry. ** though he's not looking Windy in the eyes.
Northwind nods, a little tense from a silent, private question left unanswered. Removing the liver, she offers it to Mooneye. The pale elf is suddenly aware of the gore now spread all over her leathers. Just as well that she didn't make it to the river, she supposes, getting another portion of meat and offering it to Preyrunner, along with an answer.
Wintersky smiles at Mooneye's suggestion, and tears into the beast. **Now that's,** she comments, cutting a piece of meat free and putting it in her mouth, **Is a good idea. Let's eat.**
Accepting hte hunk of meat with a word of thanks, PreyRunner steps back and sits down crosslegged to tear into the kill, devouring it with an appetitie not seen in a while. Perhaps he's not eaten in too long.
** Flooding.. and what was it brought the Briarholt here? Did I hear it was fire? ** Mooneye takes the liver. He nods his head deep to NOrthwind, giving her a friendly enough smile. He scrapes back his hair, to keep it out of the way though the blood would make no difference in teh color. ** My thanks. ** Is said before he starts to take in the food. Mooneye eats slow, easy, not to gorge himself. Over the sound of slapping lips and gnawing teeth he asks, ** Can an elf still get to the warren? Maybe even go down into part of it? **
Northwind takes another portion of meat for herself, as the rest have their shares and begins to nibble on it, perhaps not having much appetite herself. She suddenly seems at once less tensed and more so. Odd. To Mooneye's comments on Warren, she can only shrug a little and shake her head, indicating no knowledge. She notes the smile, bows her head in acknowledgement and although her expression isn't as flat as before, there is still only courtesy there.
** The old hill is still there, though part of it has collapsed in and it is not longer sitting true. << Image of leaning hill and parts collapsed >> I have not been there in ... almost 5 hands of turns. ** Preyrunner looks back to Northwind, then smiles softly, sending her own affirmation of her send. ** We could exlore the old Holt, another day. **
Wintersky eats. She grins, blooded chin, **Exploring. Sounds fun. Can Silv and I tag along?** Seeing Northwind eating, she smiles and takes another large bite, sending private to someone.
You locksend ** Well... at least she's eating. ** to PreyRunner.
** Silv... the one from when I first came up? The quiet one? ** The question goes from Mooneye to PreyRunner. Northwind's civility is enough for Mooneye, giving him leave to be friendly with her. Wintersky, however, gets another dose of attention from the newer elf. ** I'd actually like to go see it. May be able to get down to my old den down there. ** He laughs silenty again at some thought.
Northwind settles down, continuing to nibble the fresh meat in silence, listening to the talk of the old Holt with interest. A thought steals into her backbrain, that when she's done with the meal, the river still beckons, louder, more enticing than ever.
PreyRunner locksends ** It is a good sign, yes. Why are elves such confusing thing? the female ones? **
You locksend ** You're asking me?! *L* ** to PreyRunner.
Nodding to Mooneye, ** Yes, Silverclaw.. she has a cub, called MorningRose who is often seen with another cub, StormCloud. ** he smiles and sends an image of all of them, apparently pushing aside what he can not fix for now. He continues to eat, licking hte bloodied fingers clean and smirks at Wintersky.
Wintersky chuckles at a private send and reaches up to catch a tiny, spray drop of blood from near the corner of Northwind's mouth, **Tsktsk, tribemate. Making a mess! Prey'll have to lick you all clean.** Full teasing in her send, pleasant and inclusive. She inclines her chin to Mooneye as she sucks the blood from her finger, **My sister's a cub maker, it seems.**
Mooneye eats little of the meat himself, wiping the back of his mouth with his hand. He grins, looking down to see how much of a mess he'll have to clean up. ** A cub maker.. suppose that's a fair trade to take up. What bout you Wintersky? Do you make cubs... or, do you hunt.. fish? Scout? **
A soft tease of a send comes from PreyRunner first, ** She makes elves very tired, in a good way. ** shaking his head with a grin, he pauses as speak of the devil, er, elf, StormCloud walks into the camp, the smell of blood having drawn him like flies. The elf is very thin with storm-blue eyes and long lashes, shoulder length hair, ** Someone say food? ** pausing as he spies the new elf, ** Heyla. **
Northwind, amazingly, colors at Wintersky's teasing. Mooneye's question draws an irreverant, private reply from the pale elf, 'she joins.' Thank the High Ones that thought isn't voiced openly. Though it -is- voiced, in not so many words, by Preyrunner a moment later. Northwind pops the last morsel into her mouth, wipes her blade as much as she can on the grass, which is wet with the skinning and gutting. As she rises, she eyeballs Stormy, whom she has seen, but doesn't know very well. Morningrose's playmate. ** I think I'll go get cleaned up, ** she tells everyone softly by way of excusing herself.
Wintersky laughs, not denying the fact. As Northwind gets ready to move away, the elfess offers, **Need som ecompany?** Yup. Winter's a joiner, but that's not all. She does add more details, **I hunt, tan leather, work with herbs, scout.**
Mooneye looks up when Northwind stands. He starts to stand, to greet Stormcloud just as he has every one else with a nod of his head and sent hello. ** Help yourself. There should be plenty. ** He'd offer to go help with the cleaning too, but wouldn't wish to intrude on the swim. To PreyRunner he sends, ** I've heard the river over there, any other places an elf could find to wash off? **
PreyRunner is a joiner... who isn't? Smiling, Prey nods to Wintersky's decription, accurate enough. As he sees young Stormy, Prey smiles and offers the carcass, ** COme and eat Stormy... any word yet on MorningRose? ** Stormy grumps a bit, like his name, the cub can be moody, ** She has not returned yet, no. ** he kneels and using his stone knife, carves off a large portion for himself, before standing and smiles back to Northwind, ** Heyla. ** No, he does not know her well either, but she seems friendly enough.
PreyRunner adds, ** The lake is right through there, off the beach, you cna hardly miss it or the falls. **
Northwind makes a vague gesture at Wintersky's offer, not particularly wanting company, no, but not impolite enough to come right out and say so; there lies the measure of her mood, not fighting for her solitude just yet. She looks at Mooneye, ** I thank you for sharing the meat. And.. welcome back Mist Valley. ** She lances a look at Stormcloud, her only reply to his greeting. Perhaps in another time, she may have met it with friendliness. Not this night. Knife in hand, she turns and heads for the beach.
You locksend ** Hey... Go get her. No words. No sends. Just grab her, kiss her and let your hands do the talking. ** to PreyRunner.
Wintersky nods to Northwind, but stays put. Is it your imagination, or is Winter grinning micheviously? Oh, she's sending to someone as she licks her lips.
Perhaps embolden by his heart, or perhaps a certain elf's goading words... PreyRunner stands up and pats Stormy on the shoulder as he sees the icy tone, passing hte cub a send before Prey moves in a straight line for Northwind and elf be darned, he moves to try and pull her into an embrace and press lips, if she allows it.
Stormy, on hte other hand shrugs and sits down to eat the meat, looking to Mooneye, ** Heyla. **
Mooneye nods his head towards PreyRunner, turning to look towards where this falls may be, he steps that way in the clearing and asks, not looking over at Prey and Northwind, ** wont be disturbing anyone down there will I? **
**Nah,** Wintersky comments, bumpinginto Stormy, **You're fine.** She gives the cub a nosing, "Heyla cub."
Northwind gasps as she's pulled around and into a tight embrace. She begins to push against Prey's chest in protest. ** Prey! ** Remembering the knife in one hand, she's careful to only use her free hand, trying to wedge a space between them as her lips are sealed against his. ** Prey! Stop -- I'm -dirty- what? -- **
StormCloud smiles at Wintersky and gives her a playful bump back and offers a sticky bloody finger to her, ** I am alright, really. ** more or less true, he still misses his playmate dearly. Flopping against Wintersky, Stormy is all cub again, seeking attention.
PreyRunner just holds Northwind firmly and does not break the pressing of lips for severallong moments, finally replying, ** I love you dear, lovemate... forget what I had asked and let us return to the happiness we had? ** the others forgoten at the moment.
Wintersky slurps the offered finger, and smiles at her nephew, scrubbing at his tummy, "Just alright? Oh, come on cub! You've got to be better than that!" Seeking attention? WInter's good at giving attention. She moves to tickle-scrub, "And if I want a laugh instead of just a smile?"
Mooneye steps out of the familiness of the group in the clearing, off to himself for a long moment while he considers going off for a bath under the falls. Could be fun. He sends, ** WIth the animals be safe here? ** generally.
Wintersky laughs, "Sure, if you don't consider being eaten unsafe!"
Poor Stormy acks and starts to giggle, balling up as the poor cub is even more ticklish then MoonPool is. The elf tries to escape her aunt's ticklish fingers unsuccessfully, squirming like mad, ** I give! I give! **
Northwind relaxes against Preyrunner briefly, giving in to his insistent hold. Then she extricates herself. She touches a bloodied hand to his cheek, then his ear and nods slowly. ** It .. might not be as easy as that. But yes... perhaps we should forget. At least for now. ** With Stormcloud's giggles filling the air, she looks at Mooneye. ** I'm heading to the falls and the river, ** she offers neutrally.
Wintersky laughs and grabs the cub up in a hug, nuzzling an arm as he gives. **Aha! Auntie Winter wins again!*
Nodding quietly, Prey lets Northwind slip from his grasp... nodding to her, ** Come find me later, lovemate and we will talk? ** his heart goes out to her and caresses her soul with his, before turning to move back to the fire, bloody print still on his cheek.
Stormy squirms a few moments more, then pants, hugging Wintersky back, ** No fair! You know I am ticklish, Wintersky! ** with long lashes and a big pout, he has that adorable look on his face. He tries to tickle her back, over her ribs in the hug.
Mooneye looks over when Northwind sends somewhat towards him. ** I'll not disturb you if you'd rather it? ** Though, who knows how long on the trail and a feasting of pronghorn would do well to get washed away, he can wait if she wishes alone time.
Wintersky gaks and falls backward laughing, **Hey! No pouting! GAK! No tickling! OH!! Prey! Help! My nephew's tickling!!**
Northwind shrugs. ** The waters are large; you won't be imposing, ** she returns and begins walking towards the beach, leaving it to Mooneye to follow or not as he chooses. She sends back to the chief agreement. Later.
Stormy grins and laughs, trying to press the attack on his unsuspecting aunt, ** Take that. ** he giggles, even though he's doing hte tickling, feeling embolden all of a sudden. This leaves PreyRunner to settle down by the fire and think, too much of htat, lately.
Wintersky thumps her head, but mock-growls and tickles back. Seeing Prey's sour face, she locksends to the cub, **Pounce Prey on Three?**
StormCloud nods and smiles to Wintersky and stops tickling her, grinning, hand over his mouth, he gets ready to pounce the chief, ** One... teo... three! ** and leaps at Prey who looks up just in time to get tackled under a cub! **OOF!**
Wintersky tackles as well, following just after Storm. She's laughing and happy, and wants her chief to be the same!
Laughing at the absurdity of it all, PreyRunner starts to tickle the pouncing cub as you land on the pile as well and oofs! again, trying to tickle his lovemate as well as the youngster.
Mooneye has, all this time, been standing off to the side watching the playful elves. He didn't follow Northwind towards the river, he can deal with his nastiness later, for now, he wants company and this seems to be the place for it.
Wintersky bites a mouthful of Prey's leathers, growls, and shakes her head! Still scenting Mooneye nearby, she sends, **Join us, tribemate of old. I was Warren as well! I'm happy that family returns to us!**
PreyRunner is completely undginified at the bottom of the pile, giving as good as he gets,tickling whatever is nearby, male or female elf. He grins triumphantly as he gets a hold on Stormy's foot and gives the cub hell, licking Winter's neck at teh same time, ** Might as well come and play... Winter is very ticklish inthe small of her back... ** sending a picture of the spot.
Mooneye's self isolation there is awkard most likely, for all parties involved. Coming over, he is grinning and starts to crouch near the elf pile he chuckles. ** I wont lose a finger in the fight will I? **
Wintersky eeeps at Prey's giving of her weak spot, and she growls again, **Only if you tickle that spot Prey told you about!** She's teasing, of course, and laughing and laughing.
Stormy manages to get his foot free, panting hard and pounces his aunt, tickling hte back of her knee as PreyRunner laughs at the warning send, ** She bites, but she does so in such a nice way. ** teases the chief as he bites Winter's leathers.
With a laugh, Mooneye tumbles into the group, his hands going for the spot that promises him a bitten off finger if he can find it, Wintersky's lower back.
Wintersky squeals at the double attack and falls back, teeth snapping playfully, all the while laughing and laughing! **Ack! Hey! No fair! Prey! Aaaahhhh!*
Snickering, Prey presses the attack, he knows other places and moves to tickle the one on the sode of her thigh, nimble fingers moving quickly to tease as Stormy enjoys the game, glad to be free of tickles at the moment, all three torturing poor auntie.
Mooneye is new to the game, at least with these elves he is. But his familiar grin and laughing eyes help to keep him in the running. He tickles the curve of Wintersky's back and starts up her spine with the other hand.
Wintersky howls the indignity of it all, her wolffriend HOmefinder, chewing on a bone from the earlier feast perks up. Elffriend need help in tickle game? Oh boy! Here I come! The young wolf, only three or four turns old, rushes into the fray, to lick at Wintersky's face.
PreyRunner is still at the bottom of the pile, but works to free himself from the bottom and reaches for Wintersky and licks her neck as the wolf aids in the fun. Stormy, not to be outdone, pulls on Wintersky's foot and slobbers on it as he licks and tickles.
Would a stranger lick? Hell yes when everyone is licking, why not? Mooneye takes an ear, if he gets too friendly, she'll just have to complain about it.
Wintersky aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahs! **I'm being licked! AH! This isn't fair!!** She's laughing and howling and wiggling all at once. A very talented elfess this is. Too busy trying to escape to fight back.
Wintersky, possibly too friendly? An amusing thought to be sure. PreyRunner presses his tickle attack as he licks spots to tickle and spots to tease all the same. He sends his mirth as /poor/ Winter is taken from all sides. Stormy grins in satisfactio, a toothy smile as he for once, manages to best his aunt. Not willing to give yet, wras about her leg to hold on, giggling.
Mooneye pushes the wolf out of his own face when he finds himself in the creature's side, he does as Stormy does, reaching to wrap and restrain rather than fight and tickle.
Wintersky thrashes, **Okay! I'm getting serious! Let go! can't breath.** Winersky's face is red and wet from the laugh-tears.
PreyRunner grins and nods, finally easing up on Wintersky and lets his lovemate go, Stormy, grinning hard legs go as well and gets ready to spring, should revenge be warranted. ** We win, auntie? ** Prey grins and nods, panting as well from teh exhertion.
Serious.. can't breath.. well, that gets Mooneye rolling away with no time at all and up onto his knees to push hair out of his face. THere's still a smile there on his face, but something worry in his eyes. ** You are ok? ** He looks to th eother males, ** SHe is ok? **
Wintersky sprawls out on her back and pants for a while, replying, **Yes, you win this round, and I'm find. Just.. need to breath.**
Sitting up, leaning back on his arms and grins, panting for breath, PreyRunner merely watches with a grin and a smile as StormCloud gets this really triumphant look on his face. Besting his aunt is a true accomplishment ... to him at least ...
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