[PRP] A Mentor & Apprentice (Sambar x Dusk Owl)

[In Good Faith]

Sam had hardly slept a wink the night before, though he wasn't the slightest disturbed as he quickly picked his way over frosted bush and bramble, heading towards the cave. The cold morning certainly helped his body stay alert, this in addition to the adrenaline spurred by starting his new profession today. He'd been looking forward to it for many weeks, having kept a mental list of all the ideas he was ready to propose, all the experiments he wished to conduct, and the natural cycles he wanted to study.

In his excitement, he had underestimated the time at which the sun was rising. The sky was just barely beginning to lighten on the horizon, but not yet even beginning to purple with color. Undeterred, Sam decided he would simply wait for his superior at the mouth of the cave... and maybe give himself an unofficial tour, if there was enough light to see by.

When he reached the cave, he approached with a bit more caution. Gingerly walking up the rocky path to the mouth, he could be seen peeking his head around the corner, into the dark abyss with eager curiosity tempered with nervousness. "Hello?" he whispered, a bit dramatically.

When no one answered, he slowly edged a paw in, sniffing the ground in the hopes of gleaming some interesting and new odors. He was sorely disappointed, finding the ground in fact smelled like moist earth and the familiar smell of pack. Emboldened, Sam continue a few paces into the cave, assisted by the slightest lightening of the sky which filtered into the opening.  

[medigel]

In Good Faith

Dusk Owl had always been an early morning wolf, even before his age started to catch up to him. It used to be that he would rise before the crack of dawn, jog a little about the premises to get the blood pumping, and then set out to work. He would run even more when the Hare Hunt was drawing near. Now his hip sometimes didn't allow him much beyond stretching, a short jaunt, and then a walk straight to the healer dens to check in with them first thing. The sun was an inch or two above the horizon when the elder finally roused himself from the comfort of his bear pelt, too drowsy to remember for a moment that someone was waiting on him.

When it did eventually strike him, his yawn turned into a groan. Good job, Elder Dusk Owl. A very good first impression this is. He shook himself awake and trotted to the healer dens.

Sambar wasn't immediately noticeable, but Dusk Owl did catch his scent and went inside to find the healer investigating his new workspace. "Apologies, my young friend," he said with an embarrassed smile. "It appears I slept in. The temptations of a warm bear fur in the middle of winter...well. You look mighty ready to get to work. How are you?"
 

[In Good Faith]

Sambar had nearly came out of his skin when the light, airy voice of Dusk Owl broke the silence of the cave. The young wolf might should have heard the entrance of the old Elder but for the concentration and interest that had taken up his full attention, and he looked at his superior with embarrassment and apologies. "Dusk Owl... er, sir, good morning. I was just... having a look around." Finding his posture had instinctively caused his tail to slightly tuck and back bow, Sam straightened up with lively attention.

Realizing Dusk Owl had asked him a question by the look of expectation on the other's expression, he continued in a rush. "Oh, great, sir. Very excited to begin working with you." He attempted a smile but it was rigid with nervousness but his tail wagged meekly left and right.

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