Something Stirring (Lydair!)

[Trile]

The forest was pitch black in the early morning, lost in deep, twilight shadows. At the Carpathian peaks where the mountains pierced the sky, a thin yellow light was bordering their rocky tops, like an aura. Clouds were twisted and turned the faintest of pink in the skies, and it was warmer than usual. In the den surrounded by many wolves, three cubs slept.

Trile looked out of bleary, amber eyes at the forms of Kop, Shayla, and Lycaon. The den was nice and warm, and he yawned wide, revealing his white canines and little pink tongue. Than he just sat there, not really thinking and trying to blink away sleep. It would be so easy just to lie down, but a part of him was restless, and wanted to go outside and find out about Lydair.

Trile had begun to look up to the healer, but lately, something had been wrong. He didn’t know what, but he was determined to find out and help. That thought got him going, and he scrambled out of the den where cold air filled his lungs. It was fresh and liberating, and he felt more himself as he stalked between all of these wolves to his hybrid friend. Without being quite, he lie down against her warm body and lay his muzzle across the hard ground and whined loudly.

//Sorry it's so bad, but a have to go to school in a while, and sorry it took me so long to get this up. I've been busy!//

[Lydair]

The night was still; no gentle breeze whirred through branches or danced with the blades of grass. the sky was clear; stars littered its deep cobalt hue; the lera and putnar rested quietly, peacefully, under Tor's guiding light. Silhouettes, of grazing herla and nightly creatures, glided across the horizon. Deep within the forest of Ge-Rad, many wolves slept; four cubs in a den and one odd-pelted fae, her eyes a bright azure, lay beneath the comforting branches of a willow.
She stirred softly and rolled to the side, small, lithe paws batting the air and grolwing softly; she was hutning a herla stag and winning with endurance. Suddenly she exploded upwards, her lids snapping open and her tail instantly raised. Realizing nothing was there, she murmured a scolding to herself quietly and circled once, twice, before her slender limbs folded and she lay comfortably, her graceful head and tapered muzzle on elegant paws.
In the night those orbs lacked the cyan brightness; they now looked silver as shadows passed oevr them. her thick coat shivered as she yawned; she blinked slowly, trying to find peace again in dreams. But none came. Her ears swerved to watch the cub's den; she knew Trile, Lycaon, Shayla, and Kop were hidden inside of it, and she felt the urge to protect them, Trile especcially. She had grown attached to the little hunter, and enjoyed his quick words and sharp mind. The son of the drappa and dragga of Ge-Rad, he was an important role within the pack.

The hyrbid healer found she didn't have to creep along the sleeping bodies to gaurd him; Trile had emerged from the den. Her tail swept the grass and she woofed softly to bring him towards her; he seemed to not need her guidance and so she quieted. Trile was a fantastic tracker, on several occasions the pale-coated cub had followed her scent and padded towards her without a sound. "Hello, Trile." Lydair whispered as the cub lay down beside her. She nuzzled him and ran her tongue comfortingly across the top of his head. As he whined, confusion and worry fileld her orbs. was somethign wrong? She tensed and lay her own elegant muzzle down near his; the white had a dazzling effect in the pooling light of the moon. "What's wrong? Are you are alright?"Worry was laced through her calm, even voice as she spoke to the cub.

[Trile]

Trile buried his head in Lydair’s thick pelt and breathed in her scent deeply. The white cub close hid eyes as warmth and love surrounded him, and he let the large pink tongue shake his head in its strong, caressing movements. Instinct knew that his mother was the one who would protect him, and in times of terror he had fled to Cwen for safety. He loved his gray and white mother; she had introduced him into the world, gave him her body heat when his own was so frail, she had fed him rich milk to help him grow, and she had taught him lessons for life. But the Drappa was no consoler, and many times Trile had stayed out of her way when she was looked brooding in case he disturbed her and was whipped by sharp words, and when she was obviously furious, or had just a bit of a temper, he would disappear altogether to escape any punishment or harsh looks. He never blamed Cwen for the way she was, but he had no bond with her, and he respected and feared her more than he liked her. But when he had met the hybrid Lydair, he had almost instantly put his trust into her gentle cyan eyes. The white cub befriended her too, and he had developed a bit of brotherly devotion for her. Trile wasn’t close to any of his siblings either, but when it was them against the world he would have their back. He was very loyal, a true pack wolf, honed to one of his most natural instincts.

Over the last few suns he had noticed how lively and active Lydair had become more sullen and how she had grown quiet. Trile was never one to read the feelings of others, but the looks of utter heart break and than the quick flash of helpless, burning hate on the hybrid’s face was enough to catch his attention. He had stayed out of her way mostly, unsure how she would react to him and not wanting a cuffing. He was also sure that everything would sort itself out in the end and life would go on as pleasant as usual. But Lydair was still off, and he was so worried he had done an out of character thing and come to confront her.

He looked up at her with solemn amber eyes, his ears twitching mournfully. “I’m fine,” he growled almost pitifully. “But what’s theirs something the matter with you.”

[Lydair]

Lydair smiled at the cub as Trile's muzzle and ears became nearly invisible through her thick pelt, and she licked him again; she knew that Trile looked up to her as a sister and knew that her pitiful reactions to Shako's love for Yelae needed to cease. A Varg such as Trile, so young and innocent, did not need her own problems placed upon his young shoulders. She knew the cub's dam, Cwen, and from what she had seen at her only meeting with the drappa she was surprised that Trile was still peaceful. Even Draeg's temper, that which she had seen only once, towards her friends Cal and Uskiya, had almost surprised her, but the tempers of her previous dragga and drappa were far worse than these. Trile was cunning and smart for such a raw age, and Lydair had liked and welcomed the cub as her friend. She knew that the next time she encountered Draeg alone, she would ask to be appointed as Trile's guardian, for she didn't want anything to happen to the cub- but she would also ask to adopt him as her brother.

The hybrid realized that the entire pack would look after Shayla, Trile, Kop, and Lycaon, but as their age progressed and more Varg began whelping new life, they would have to be put aside; the newborns would need to the looking after. Her thoughts suddenly turned back to the cub as he spoke to her sadly, twitching his cream ears and gazing up at her with large amber eyes. Her smile slowly fell, although her orbs never saddened; how easy it seemed for her to lose the ucrling of her pearly maw now.
"No, Trile." The healer whispered gently, nuzzling him. "Your parents would throw me out if they thought for a moment that I was burdening you with anything besides my bitter herbs.' her cyan orbs sparkled with laughter as she looked down on Trile. "Is that why you came over to me? Are you sure there's nothing wrong? Don't worry about me, Trile." Lydair laughed now and nipped his ear gently. "I'll be alright."

[Trile]

Trile sighed and as he pressed closer to Lydair’s warm body and felt her fur mingle with his own. The cold surrounded the two wolves, but both had such thick pelts that the biting air could not nip at their skin. Though the white cub was young, he had never been very affectionate towards his family. He had always felt the deep ruts of loyalty that bound him to them, but there was really only like besides the blood they shared. Trile had known Draeg as proud and almost pompous, though not quite. He couldn’t really explain it, but somehow his father had always been imposing. He had learned from an early age not to step out of line or voice his opinions about belief unless he was cuffed hard about the head. Trile remained respectful and quiet around Draeg, and sometimes he was even a bit wary. But he was as much like his father as he was unlike him. Trile wasn’t good at understanding complex thought and feelings, and he always had simple emotions: anger, sadness, spite, annoyance, and happiness. He wasn’t as dominant as the Ge-Rad Dragga’s, but he had his streak of rebellion and abstinence, and his temper was sometimes easily provoked. Trile’s eyes were as deep amber as Draeg’s, and he had inherited his thick pelt. He was terrified of his mother. He never knew when she would snap at him, and he kept away from her most of the time. He liked her because he was her mother, but that was all. With Kop, it was all about competition. The two were always fighting about everything, and Trile loved nothing more than getting back at his brother for pinning him to the ground. He was much faster than his brother, and much quieter, so that sneaking up on him was a way of venting some of his contempt. He could not figure Lycaon out. His brother was so strange that the simple minded cub could not comprehend him. He would snarl and push him because that was the only thing he could really feel comfortable doing. Shayla was nice, and he liked playing with her best, but Lydair was the closest thing he had ever had to a family member he loved back.

Suddenly the cub snarled fiercely. “I wouldn’t let them kick you out,” he growled. “But Lydair…are you sure?”

(Oof! *smacks head*

[Lydair]

Lydair's ears pinned in surprise to Trile's fierce snarl, and her cyan orbs widened. "No, I suppose you wouldn't." the fae mused softly. She had been mulling over her thoughts, never concentrating on one for too long. As the cub pressed against her, she nudged him gently with her white muzzle. "I'm sure." The cub seemed to be attached to her; once even another had commented on the obviousness of it and it brought a gleaming grin to her maw. Her eyes sparkled brightly and her pink tongue lolled from her jaws as her pearly head raised thoughtfully. Standing up, her thick tail curled around her before it flicked and arche dover her back. The cold bit against her fur and nipped her leathery nose as it quivered, scenting for any others that might follow her. Hearing, seeing, and smelling none, she turned to the pale cub. "Walk with me, Trile. I have something to ask you." If Draeg was around she would ask him to accompany Trile and herself, but since he wasn't she decided to talk the cub alone.

"If you think I believe you do, you may be happy. or you may be alright with it, and not exactly ecstatic." She grinend crookedly and nosed him, batting at his small ears. The healer set off for her small, much-needed walk in a brisk, padding walk; she danced gracefully over the leaves. "Hurry, but be quiet."