A new home?

[athaza]

Taurus was growing irritated at how this situation was developing very slowly. He needed to get back to the dens and bring Mikko along with him. There was going to be a hunt soon and it would be bad if he was the reason it was being delayed. Hearing his question he said, “The Salen.” His voice was still soft, but his teeth were grinding back his normal personality. The one that would tear the pup out of the log whether he liked it or not. In this pack though he had to be kind. He had to make sure that the other members saw him as a benevolent wolf that should be respected.

Eyes glowed with amusement as the pup sprang out of the log, whining in pain. It took all his power not to cruelly laugh at him. Swiftly he walked over to his side, ready to pick him up by the scruff and drag him away. Before he could even open his jaws though a howl caught his attention. Raising his head, ears perked up in attention, he listened very carefully to Exodus’s call. “Sand storm?” Great. They needed to get back pronto. “Mikko! Get over here!” he barked loudly so the female could hear him, “We have to go, now!”

Now what to do about this whelp? Well that wasn’t a very difficult decision. After brushing off a few ants from his pelt he managed to slip the statement, “Sorry.” before reaching for his scruff and delicately picking him up by it. The little wolf couldn’t run as fast as they could and time was of the essence. In order to get rid of the chance of Kilik being the weakest link, it would be best if he was carried.

Head turned left and right now growing impatient for Mikko. Where was she? By the time they got there sand would be blinding there sight and covering up all old scents. Plus there wasn’t much shelter around here, unless they wanted to tread to another territory. He was sure the young Aldgar alpha would be sympathetic towards them, but he would rather stay in Acerbus. Too much time had been wasted. An adventure to the Oriens would be a huge set-back.

[mikko]

With a small sigh and a big yawn, Mikko decided that whilst Tarus was away dealing with the other newcomer, that it would be an oppurtune moment to get some sleep. After all, she hadn't slept that much once she'd arrived in Anikira. She had kept moving, trying to cover as much ground as she could. Always journeying towards and unknown place. Waiting to find her perfect home.

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She hadn't rested for long, because she soon heard a howl which woke her from her small rest. Opening her eyes dreaily, she yawned and shook her head. Her ears twitching, Mikko frowned as she felt the wind pick up. She could feel it in her bones. She couldn't explain it, but she just knew. Years of living in desert areas had helped her learn it. "A sandstorm is coming." She growled to herself.

Hearing a loud bark from Taurus; Mikko slowly got on her feet and sniffed the air. She had been caught in sandstorms before. And although her body was adapted to them, she still was at risk. And she knew a wolf like Taurus wouldn't survive very well if he got caught within it. So without delay, she bounded over to Taurus. She could hear the urgency within his voice, and she understood why.

Looking down at the little pup, her heart ached and she suddenly began to miss her own pups. Her throat tightening, she watched as Taurus picked the pup up. Memories of her pups flooded in her mind, and she found the need to grieve. But that would have to come later. Right now she needed to help Taurus. She had experience in sandstorms. She would be of use for once. "What direction is your den?" Mikko asked softly. "Tell me and I'll take us there. I've been in loads of sandstorms. I've grown up in them, I can get us there alive."

[kilik]

Kilik went through a vast array of emotions in such a short time period. He was in shock and almost terror at being attacked by the ants. when he'd darted out of his hiding place he just wanted to be freed from the nuisance. There was no object to Taurus helping out in that endeavor. Letting out a sigh of relief he sat down upon his haunches. His left rear leg would move towards his slightly tilted head, just enough to allow him to scratch behind his ear. One missed ant was scratched off the tip of his ear, flying downward to the ground.

Seeing the insect Kilik stood up, his upper lip lifting into a snarl before his front paw came down upon the bug. "Stupid ant.." he'd muttered to himself. Nevermind how they'd just tried to attack him. Outside of that hollowed out log Kilik was the one that was in charge. He saw the ant attempt to scurry away before his paw came down upon it. 'Not so tough without your friends, are ya!' he thought devilishly, feeling in complete control. That was of course until Taurus muttered something himself. Taurus! He'd forgot all about the older blood splattered brute.

Before Kilik even had the option of reacting Taurus lifted him off of the ground by the nape of his neck. His ears instinctively pressed low to his skull and his tail dipped slighly between his hind legs. He didn't like this, not one bit. One would easily be able to tell by how he quickly thrashed about, hoping to wriggle free. "Lemme go.." It was more of a whisper instead of the command he'd wanted it be. A slight groan escaped from Kilik and it became painfully obvious that Taurus' grip wasn't going to allow him to get loose. At least it really didn't seem as though Taurus had an interest in eating him after all.

Hanging limply he sent a scowl off into the distance. That scowl ended up being directed at Mikko. He hadn't even noticed the fae's arrival. 'What kind of odd looking wolf is that? She is a wolf, isn't she.' Being young and in a small reclusive pack like he'd been in he'd never seen such a difference. He would've cocked his head off to the side if he wasn't being held. His ears perked up as he heard her mention something that he'd never even heard of before. "Sandstorm?" Now his interest was peaked. "What's a sandstorm?" The question was directed towards Mikko even though he half expected Taurus to grunt out an answer around the mouthful of Kilik's own pelt.

[athaza]

Taurus waited for once impatiently for Mikko to arrive. He had been through a few sand storms himself while crossing the desert. Half the time he was lucky to find a hut or some kind of shelter as a refuge throughout the storm. Most likely though, if he hadn’t found those places he would have probably been buried alive. That thought caused his stomach to twist. Suffocation wasn’t not the ideal way he wanted to die. At least when you died in a battle you died with nobility and if you were lucky the winner would tell his children about the tale. Drowning, getting hit by a bullet, or being killed by a fatal disease weren’t on his list.

Brown eyes caught Mikko coming in from the distance, full of relief that he didn’t have to go search for her. He grunted in a greeting, the mouthful of fur making him incapable of speaking. Taurus could probably just put him on the ground and then pick him back up, but he doubted the pup would give him that chance. It wouldn’t be a surprise if this invading of his personal space had weakened there already bad relationship. Not that the white male could blame him. He’d hate to be hanging from someone’s mouth, the smell of blood in their warm breath. There was more dignity walking then being carried around like some chew toy.

He tried to answer her question as best he could, by gesturing with his head to the left, little Kilik probably swinging along with him. Thank god he had her with him. He could probably get through the sandstorm, but it would have been a very difficult running there by himself. It wouldn’t be a surprise if he would have gotten lost on the way or blinded by the sand. Than the Salen would have lost it’s recently appointed beta. That would definitely look bad. Taurus took a few steps towards the direction of the dens to further illustrate its direction. His whole body was completely tense, on his toes, and ready to go. The clock was ticking and they couldn’t waste anymore time.

[mikko]

Taurus seemed almost relieved when Mikko arrived, and she understood why. He was a common wolf; probably not used to sandstorms. So for a wolf like her to be, in a way, at his disposal. It was no wonder that he was relieved. If Mikko was in his position, she would feel the same way. Fear was a natural thing, as was bloodlust. And Mikko had seen both within this wolf today, suddenly, she didn't feel so different anymore.

Looking down at the pup, she watched as he wriggled in Taurus mouth. Smiling, she looked down at the pup with softened eyes. He was such a precious little thing, and she felt sorry for him. He seemed to be without parents, and she could only guess that he was upset because of it. She knew what it was like to loose someone, so it was no wonder that he seemed a bit aggitated. He wasn't supposed to be without his parents for a while. He was still young.

"Shh" She soothed to the pup. "It's alright, we're not going to hurt you." She knew the pup probably thought her strange. She could see it in his eyes. But she didn't mind, for someone so young to think that didn't bother her. Pups were young and didn't understand much, it wasn't his fault. Her pups would have thought the same about Taurus if they had lived.

As Taurus signaled the way to go, Mikko nodded and began running beside Taurus. She had heard the pup ask her what a sandstorm was, and she felt obliged to answer before she went ahead. "Well young one, a sand storm is a big body of sand. They are caused by strong winds blowing over loose soil or sand, and picking up so much of that material that visibility is reduced. They're quite dangerous. But don't worry, I used to live in a desert, which is land covered in sand. So i'm used to them. Don't worry, as long as i'm here. No harm will come to you." Smiling at the pup, she hoped her explanation gave the pup peace, she still had a motherly instinct within her, and she wasn't prepared to let the pup suffer.

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[kilik]

It was a good thing that Mikko took the time out to explain things to him. He still didn't really know what the heck she was talking about but he pretended as though he did. He didn't like anyone thinking that he was such a naive pup, although of course he was. Had either of them ignored him he would've simply pestered them both for treating him like a pup until it was explained to him. Any business that concerned adults, he felt should concern him too.

These were strange wolves that he knew nothing about but that didn't matter at the moment. After his pack was killed and only his alpha was left to take care of him he involved Kilik in every aspect that he was physically able to do. Things that Kilik didn't understand were quickly explained. Usually it was a very simple answer but that didn't matter, it still satisfied Kilik. From the sounds of it this sandstorm thing was a big deal.

Even still Mikko seemed relatively calm about it as if it wasn't a big deal. He didn't feel Taurus displaying the same reaction as Mikko. Their different reactions to it left him somewhat confused. An overly cautious pup he wasn't sure whose energy he should feed off of, Mikko's or Taurus'. The slight swaying of his body with Taurus' movements only reminded him that Taurus wasn't exactly his favorite right now.

At that thought, even though Taurus couldn't see it, young Kilik was glaring up at him and stiffening his back which only made him swing around a bit more. At that moment his stomach growled again, reminding him why he'd been discovered in the brush by Taurus in the first place. Whatever the two of them were going to do he just hoped they'd hurry up and do it already. Not to mention he hoped wherever Taurus was carting him off to had food.