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 Posted: Wed Oct 07, 2015 1:58 am
 Svana grinned back at her companion, pale eyes flashing. "Come on." She called, tail flicking as she forced herself to wait for the muscular brown lion following along behind. Since she had become a reaver, she had attended many vikings under Captain Lucivar's command. She had grown both mentally and physically, honing her already sharp fighting skills in the wilderness of the Outlands. She was not the only one, however. The Captain's son, a male named Fenrir, who had been so quiet and soft-spoken when she first met him, was no longer the nearly invisible young adult he had been. He had grown into himself, becoming not only more confident and skilled as a reaver, but he had bulked out also and now almost matched his Sire in terms of strength and size. He was still quiet though, more inclined to watch and assess everything rather than chat about it. He was a brilliant bodyguard though, he saw and remembered everything but others rarely even noticed he was there... It would be easy to underestimate him, to assume he was all brawn and no brain, but Svana knew better. He was actually very sharp, and there was a good mind under that stern exterior.
Huffing as he finally caught up she thumped him on the shoulder in playful reprimand. "Stop being so slow today... come on."
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Posted: Wed Oct 07, 2015 1:59 am
 Fenrir watched the sleek rump of the female striding along in front of him. It was kind of mesmerising, the sway of her hips and the flick of her long tail. He knew better than to say anything though, or even hint that he saw her as anything other than a reaver. God forbid she heard him call her a female. If she knew he even thought of her that way she would give him a beating he'd not forget in a hurry. Svana was a wild one, a true daughter of the storm, all fire and lightening. She was certainly one of the more talented reavers he knew, male or female. Maybe matched only by her brother who had joined their band a short time after Svana herself. The pair of them certainly were an impressive sight on a viking.
Her teasing, yet slightly rough-voiced call caught his wandering attention and he picked up his pace as well as his eyes off her rump. It would end badly if she caught him staring. "I'm coming..." He grumbled in reply, ignoring the hit that bounced of his solid shoulder. He wasn't sure what the hurry was. His father had sent them on ahead as scouts, but honestly there was nothing much for miles around. Sure they hadn’t been on a viking for a while now and everyone had excess energy they had to burn, but Svana seemed particularly wired about this job. Shrugging at his thoughts he glanced around dutifully.
"So what are we looking for?" He asked, his matured voice was low and deep, giving the impression of a rhythmical drawl even in the middle of a fight. It made others assume he was slightly slow in the head, not that he usually bothered to dissuade them of the notion. Their opinions on himself didn’t have any baring on his skill as a warrior, nor on his standing as a reaver, so he let them think what they wanted. The only ones who mattered were the lions who knew the truth anyway.
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Posted: Wed Oct 07, 2015 3:09 am
When finally it seemed he would stay close by she turned back to looking at the landscape they moved through. "Anything. Everything.." She replied, turning to give him a slight frown. "You know that." She added, flicking his flack with her tail none too gently. "Where is your head at today?" They had done this routein a hundred times, though granted this was the first time without an older reaver within shouting distance. The captain and the rest of the band were further back, letting the youngsters take full control of the scouting part of their trip. It was their duty to locate and follow the trail of anything worthwhile.
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Posted: Wed Oct 07, 2015 3:46 am
Fenrir grunted in reply, head swinging to glance at the reaver beside him. Her frown teased a tiny smile to pass across his muzzle before he turned back to the trail. "Didn't know if we had any specific target for today.. is all." He finally replied, his low rumbling almost lost under the heavy thud of his pawsteps, Svana's were much lighter as she very nearly floated along. At least to his mind. She was so very graceful while still being completely able to kick his a**. He admired that about her, her speed and strength all wrapped up in a slinky, sensual bundle. The best part was that she didn't even realise it. She had no idea how well she had grown up. And how that natural, automatic sexiness attracted the attentions of many a male in the pride, from Captains to lawspeakers. Holding in an internal sigh he pulled his gaze from her paws where it had strayed and dutifully returned to watching the rocks and bits of grass for any hint of tracks.
He knew he would never admit his attraction to her. Not least because he liked his fur where it was.. that is to say, attached to his body. But also she was a good friend and he would never risk that for a bumbled confession she would only reject. And he knew she would, she was a high-achiever... training day and night, winning her reavership as an adolescent no less! And he knew she had designs on becoming a Captain. She had already started to take on more and more responsibilities under Lucivar and she had been pairing up with the younger reavers. Even if it wasn't a conscious decision, she was still scouting for her own band. The fact that she seemed interested in his own abilities as a fighter made his chest swell with some unknown emotion. Hopefully he would join her band when she inevitably succeeded in her quest.
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Posted: Wed Oct 07, 2015 5:35 am
Svana rolled her eyes at his grunt, her own grin curling playfully and pale eyes flashing with amusement. She was well used to the brown male’s stoicism and never took it to heart when he frequently failed to reply to a question. The only time she took offence was when his lack of communication may endanger the band, or other lions. However she knew that while he spoke very little day-to-day, he was always succinct and to the point in his reports, and often the first to spot anything unusual.
“Nope.” She replied, enjoying the feel of the wind ruffling through her fur as they crested a rise and paused, gazing out over the roguelands. “Anything goes today. Though I’m not sure we will even manage to rustle up a hyena..” She added, frowning at the barren landscape stretching out away from them almost to the horizon. Further out there was blotches and blobs that indicated life, but there was nothing out there in the immediate area.
“We may have to go elsewhere… “ She murmured, mostly to herself as she squinted against the sun’s bright glare. Turning she studied a new direction. After a moment she nudged Fenrir and motioned to something in the distance. “Do we know of anything out that way?”
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Posted: Wed Oct 07, 2015 5:40 am
Fenrir tried to watch the surrounding area but his gaze kept tracking back to Svana, admiring her fierce scowl as she stared out across the land in disapproval. Luckily she didn’t catch him staring so he eventually managed to actually do his job and studied the landscape that was visible. Shaking his head when she pointed out what looked like a patch of low scrub bushes with a few thorny trees scattered through it. “Don’t think anyone we know has been out there yet…” He offered, narrowing his eyes to try and see better, though the heat haze made a good job of foiling his attempt.
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Posted: Wed Oct 07, 2015 7:13 am
Svana nodded distractedly, having taken in his comment even while she was mulling over their options. “Alright.. let’s head over there and check it out, then we can report back to Lucivar.” She finally concluded. Glancing at her companion for his opinion she was satisfied with the nod he offered in reply. Without another word the two set off, increasing their pace from a walk to an easy lope, one that they could keep up for hours at a time.
Not long after they arrived at the patch of thicket, which was quite a bit bigger than they had anticipated. Grinning Svana glanced back at Fenrir who was following along behind her now, as they wove their way carefully along a path that skirted the thorny bushes. “Something was here recently at least.” She said, sniffing a bush carefully, wary of the wicked thorns.
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Posted: Wed Oct 07, 2015 7:17 am
Fenrir nodded, though realising she wasn’t currently looking at him, he finally cleared his throat. “Indeed. Any idea what?” He was a decent enough tracker, but he didn’t fancy having to squeeze past her and stick himself with thorns just to sniff at the branch. “Some kind of smallish critter.. maybe serval.” She replied with another stare at a tuft of fur that had gotten caught on the wickedly sharp spines. Huffing he nodded again, then forced himself to add. “Any chance of it still being here?” The litter buggers often didn’t linger without a hole to hide in and he really didn’t fancy digging one out in this place. It was too… prickly.
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Posted: Wed Oct 07, 2015 7:32 am
Fenrir suppressed a sigh at her exclamation. Looked like he was going to get pricked after all. Scrunching up his nose in distaste he nodded. “I’ll be back shortly.” With that he carefully backed out of the thicket, a slow and slightly painful process as he kept catching his flanks on the hateful spines, but finally he was free. Turning he paused to look back at Svana, only to spot her working her way deeper into the bushes with a neat and sure stride. Huffing he turned in the direction they had come from and set off at a fast run. He wouldn’t be too long fetching the others and hopefully he would be back before she had done the job all by herself..
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