Silvertip in the City
Wednesday, 19 February 2014 22:40![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
littlesilvertipEven drugged up, I tossed and turned until I woke up again. I don't know how much sleep I got. Far too little, definitely.
I decided to kill time until the sun was up by sewing, but the lamp I got going woke my cousin up. Too bright or something. She seemed to like the parka I've been working on - and after how many years of sewing, I hope I'm okay - and asked me if I'd teach her. Well, she didn't ask, but I could see she was being polite. I didn't know how to answer that one, so I told her to talk to Jacinta. Jacinta's better, anyhow. I told her I got all the fur - the trip up north for the caribou, the wolverine I had to follow for 9 days, and all the beaver ponds to the east. She surprised me by saying that she'd really only been around the hall and the caern. And Clear Water, of course. But she wants to explore, so I said, why not explore?
She showed me the rest of her scars. Her coat covers them well in lupus. In homid, they're pretty awful. All over her body. Nakleng. Glorious, but ugly, and with a bad story of how her rite of passage nearly killed her. She doesn't want to go alone, and hasn't joined a pack. No good! I told her about the pack I'm trying to find members for, and tried to find out how she feels about wisdom. She's got a lot of fire (She's young), and I think she'd prefer a war totem, but I think I'm done with my war totem days. Weasel wouldn't look twice at me now. But I told her there's plenty of chances to fight when you pack under a wisdom totem. You're just not an idiot when you do. To make the point, I showed her some of my scars; she touched one of them. That was very uncomfortable, and I don't know why. Anyhow, she seemed to get the idea, and she'll think about it. She's an adult. She'll decide what's best for her. At that point, the sun was up enough to go look for Earth Whisperer.
I didn't want to see him, but he knows the rite I need. I gave a howl, and then met him half way. He acted like he wasn't looking at me, but it was obvious that he was looking like wasn't looking at me or sniffing at me like that. Like... like he wanted me to know he wasn't. Which doesn't mean he doesn't want to. The whole time I just... felt I had to get further away. Stay bigger than him. Grandmother, he's a runt. I'm not afraid of some runt. I asked him to help me narrow down the hunt for the cannibal. He found a police officer who saw the cannibal leave one of their feedings. This is good. I can find which ones go to those places, and maybe which one reported the body. It'll take some watching, but I can do that. I was pretty glad to get away from him after all that. I could see him looking at me when I left, I'm sure of it.
After that, I started for the city. Much of it I did on two legs, and I got pretty cold. I found a place to sleep in the city under some spruce boughs, and I stayed mostly warm until it started raining. I was sleeping so lightly that it woke me up. I'm pretty sure I won't get back to sleep any time soon.
I decided to kill time until the sun was up by sewing, but the lamp I got going woke my cousin up. Too bright or something. She seemed to like the parka I've been working on - and after how many years of sewing, I hope I'm okay - and asked me if I'd teach her. Well, she didn't ask, but I could see she was being polite. I didn't know how to answer that one, so I told her to talk to Jacinta. Jacinta's better, anyhow. I told her I got all the fur - the trip up north for the caribou, the wolverine I had to follow for 9 days, and all the beaver ponds to the east. She surprised me by saying that she'd really only been around the hall and the caern. And Clear Water, of course. But she wants to explore, so I said, why not explore?
She showed me the rest of her scars. Her coat covers them well in lupus. In homid, they're pretty awful. All over her body. Nakleng. Glorious, but ugly, and with a bad story of how her rite of passage nearly killed her. She doesn't want to go alone, and hasn't joined a pack. No good! I told her about the pack I'm trying to find members for, and tried to find out how she feels about wisdom. She's got a lot of fire (She's young), and I think she'd prefer a war totem, but I think I'm done with my war totem days. Weasel wouldn't look twice at me now. But I told her there's plenty of chances to fight when you pack under a wisdom totem. You're just not an idiot when you do. To make the point, I showed her some of my scars; she touched one of them. That was very uncomfortable, and I don't know why. Anyhow, she seemed to get the idea, and she'll think about it. She's an adult. She'll decide what's best for her. At that point, the sun was up enough to go look for Earth Whisperer.
I didn't want to see him, but he knows the rite I need. I gave a howl, and then met him half way. He acted like he wasn't looking at me, but it was obvious that he was looking like wasn't looking at me or sniffing at me like that. Like... like he wanted me to know he wasn't. Which doesn't mean he doesn't want to. The whole time I just... felt I had to get further away. Stay bigger than him. Grandmother, he's a runt. I'm not afraid of some runt. I asked him to help me narrow down the hunt for the cannibal. He found a police officer who saw the cannibal leave one of their feedings. This is good. I can find which ones go to those places, and maybe which one reported the body. It'll take some watching, but I can do that. I was pretty glad to get away from him after all that. I could see him looking at me when I left, I'm sure of it.
After that, I started for the city. Much of it I did on two legs, and I got pretty cold. I found a place to sleep in the city under some spruce boughs, and I stayed mostly warm until it started raining. I was sleeping so lightly that it woke me up. I'm pretty sure I won't get back to sleep any time soon.
