Blessed are the curious
Heat rubs against heat as she presses her side along her mom's leg like two fires teasing each other, exchanging warmth and love simultaneously. The huff of breath on her head and neck makes her ears twitch, a giggle-like chitter rumbling in her throat from the air that tickles through strands of fur. The twitch runs down her spin all the way to her tail, spurring her body back into motion as she hops forward on limber legs.
Smells call to her from every direction, each seeming to carry their own color and texture. Something sweet is bubbly and bright while the earthier tones are a rich brown, steady and firm. Her breaths are fast, sucking down air in an attempt to take it all in: various leaves, animal trails, the salty ocean, the crisp breeze. It rushes in, swelling in her head with such force that it might float away on the next gust of wind.
Her glittering blue eyes flutter shut as she halts suddenly in place, her body forced to take a single, deep breath that rattles through her. Knell senses the bit of white saltiness that scrapes the edges of everything, the fresh green of foliage that hides the musky fuzziness of something new. She opens her eyes to spot the tuft of fur, pressing her nose experimentally forward to catch the scent of the rabbit, huffing a deep breath before lifting her gaze to the undergrowth around them. Her mom stands nearby, gaze landing on her with an implied meaning that immediately has her bouncing forwards. There's an excitement in every inch of her, from the high wave of her tail to the curve of her mouth and light in her gaze, Knell basks in her mom's attention, eager to proceed with their lesson.
The fyrhund moves with an impressive carefulness that reminds her of how the priestess had moved on her feet. Paws glide confidently over the ground without a single sound, the low hang of her nose deliberate and attentive, the alert angle of her ears never missing a thing. Knell cocks her head, adjusting her smaller body into a mirror image before she moves along the path where she can scent the deep gray of the blink hares. Her eyes dart between the trail ahead and her mom, watching and listening for any changes, soaking up each piece of information with fervent intensity. She slinks below a branch, fur brushing gently against the wood with a quiet scorch that has her nose twitching from the blackened scent. She pauses for a second to regain her bearings before following again at the fyrhund's side.
A sudden snap echoes in the forest. Knell nearly jumps at just how loud it is, heart racing as her head twists from side to side to find the source.
Smells call to her from every direction, each seeming to carry their own color and texture. Something sweet is bubbly and bright while the earthier tones are a rich brown, steady and firm. Her breaths are fast, sucking down air in an attempt to take it all in: various leaves, animal trails, the salty ocean, the crisp breeze. It rushes in, swelling in her head with such force that it might float away on the next gust of wind.
Her glittering blue eyes flutter shut as she halts suddenly in place, her body forced to take a single, deep breath that rattles through her. Knell senses the bit of white saltiness that scrapes the edges of everything, the fresh green of foliage that hides the musky fuzziness of something new. She opens her eyes to spot the tuft of fur, pressing her nose experimentally forward to catch the scent of the rabbit, huffing a deep breath before lifting her gaze to the undergrowth around them. Her mom stands nearby, gaze landing on her with an implied meaning that immediately has her bouncing forwards. There's an excitement in every inch of her, from the high wave of her tail to the curve of her mouth and light in her gaze, Knell basks in her mom's attention, eager to proceed with their lesson.
The fyrhund moves with an impressive carefulness that reminds her of how the priestess had moved on her feet. Paws glide confidently over the ground without a single sound, the low hang of her nose deliberate and attentive, the alert angle of her ears never missing a thing. Knell cocks her head, adjusting her smaller body into a mirror image before she moves along the path where she can scent the deep gray of the blink hares. Her eyes dart between the trail ahead and her mom, watching and listening for any changes, soaking up each piece of information with fervent intensity. She slinks below a branch, fur brushing gently against the wood with a quiet scorch that has her nose twitching from the blackened scent. She pauses for a second to regain her bearings before following again at the fyrhund's side.
A sudden snap echoes in the forest. Knell nearly jumps at just how loud it is, heart racing as her head twists from side to side to find the source.
Knell
for they shall have adventures!
