The Waters (Fenrir)

[Capricorn♑]

Castor had gotten up from her den earlier, and had padded along the edges of the lake. She stood along the edge, feeling the earth strong beneath her paws, and tentatively dipped a paw onto the surface of the water, watching as nothing stirred. When she was the general, the alpha had warned her about types of magical fish which could possibly be found in the lake, and that dipping a paw in the water could ward them off, supposably. 

Satisfied with the water, Castor slipped into the water, feeling the water dampen her coat, but not penetrate the thickly woven furs. She  swiftly took her body in a circle, swimming swiftly and gracefully, almost like an earth wolf. Most Sensuret wolves, due to the swimming contest and the lake literally under their den, were good swimmers, and the water wolves were almost like fish, some of the pack members had said. Many young pups enjoyed the water, and many older wolves thought they were adorable. But duty called, and oftentimes, Castor had to put her paw down on the situation, and get everybody back to work.

The wolf heard a nearby splash, and she nearly froze. Quickly, the wolf paddled to the surface, shaking off her fur. That must have been a sort of fish, but what sort of fish? Fish rarely came around Sensuret's territory, do to the large amount of wolves. Swimming and constantly fixing or something. Wolves constantly working, Castor thought to herself, taking pride in the pack she led. She then shook out her coat and went to rest under a nearby tree.

[Rivaxorus]

Fin had been catching fish all morning, if it hadn't been for the fact he wasn't a very aquatic wolf. Curiosity had gotten the better him for the fact that he was almost one of the last air monks alive on Carvanna. At least, he was the only one with a personal relationship with the air god. Though that god was not his father, he was like one, and Fin though young was smart, and acted like an adult when the situation called for it. He had been able to catch some, but too much for him to eat that was for sure. He knew he was close to pack territory so perhaps he could feed them, or snack and talk. Fin loved to talk, he loved to learn, knowledge was his greatest weapon, and greatest evil. But he was far from evil, even if he did have it in him. As he lifted his head, he suddenly noted that a female had stepped into the water and was soaking there. Fin smiled, and got out of the water shaking off his oddly colored fur as he raised the air currents around him to act as a blow dry. He grabbed two of the fish and approached staying on the borders. As he made deliberate noise not to startle the female.

"Relaxing in the water on your own seems so lonely, but then again every wolf needs time alone" Fin greeted with a smile, setting one of the fish down. Offering the one in his mouth to the female in the water. "I caught a few too many fish, if you'd like to join me I'd be honored. My name is Fenrir Colbalt and I am a travelling monk" He stated. He had no sense of secrecy. The world was run on it, and he knew it's cruel secrets. He was only three, and yet knew his way around as if he had lived one hundred lives. That, was the beauty of him.

[Capricorn♑]

Castor watched the lapping waves for a moment, how they gently rocked backs nd forth to hit the sand before being sent out in the lake again to do the same. It was a circle- an endless cycle of waves brushing against sand, going back and forth, back and forth in an almost rhythmic tone. The wolf pressed her paw into the sand, and pulled it away. It was perfect. It captured the wild style of a wolf's paw, and although too far away from the water to get washed away, the sand was wet, perfect for making that mark. Castor's imprint upon her element.

At the sound of a voice, she turned around to be offered a fish. She had just managed to catch the words the monk was saying, Fenrir, his name was. Carefully, the alpha placed the fish in the grass. Castor inspected the wolf carefully. He looked young, and probably didn't mean any harm. Cautiously, the Sensuret alpha sniffed the fish, detecting no scent of poison, and turned once more to Fenrir. 

"I am Castor, alpha of Sensuret. That pack over there." The white wolf said, nodding her head in the direction of the castle. "I thank you for the fish, but you know, my pack has a large stock of food. I do not know if you eat much food, as a monk, but if finding food is a problem for you, I'd be more than willing to give you back your fish and perhaps treat you to a few of my pack's rabbits. We do not mind having monk or nomad visitors from time to time."

[Rivaxorus]

Fenrir smiles as she accepted the fish. It wasn't about the fact that he didn't think they couldn't hunt for themselves or had no food. It was a gift, he enjoyed giving them away. He had been lucky to have ran into the alpha though. Somehow he felt more welcome speaking with the higher ups. He listened to her words carefully, Fenrir nodded his head in respect to her rank. "It's quiet alright, spring causes for a lot of prey, consider the fish a gift. After all I'm sure there aren't many monks left in the world. I take pride in my life. Maybe some day I'll take you up on your offer." He spoke in a quick tone with a happy flick of his tail. His hair covering part of his face, and the feather in his fur fluttering within the wind. Though he had no brother in flight, he had a feather, and not many now persecuted him for it.

Fen looked over at the lake, then back at his fish. "Plus, I caught fish to feed a litter of pups." He laughed at it. He had been enjoying himself so much that he had lost track of how much fish. He didn't want it to go to waste, every single source of life was precious, and to what cost did it take to take a life. Though one of a wolf was more heavy then that of the natural prey selection.

[Capricorn♑]

Castor nodded, gazing into the water, spotting a fish herself. She swiftly and clumsily slammed her paw into the sand it was swimming in, and raked her claw towards the fish and herself, hoping she could get it onto the land and Jill it from there. Rapidly, the fish darted away, and Castor let out a small growl of frustration, splashing into the water. A larger fish was swimming around, and quickly yet clumsily, the alpha snatched it up in her jaws, nearly tipping over as it wriggled around, still alive. She couldn't place it on the ground soon enough, and ended its life by biting its head off. That surely couldn't be the correct way to kill a fish.

The alpha grinned, just barely hearing Fenrir's comment about enough fish to feed pups. "They do eat a lot, don't they?" Castor replied, moving her freshly caught fish beside the one the monk had given her. "If you ever do take up my offer, please, come at around dawn or dusk. Any other time, I have twuns on guard, and you probably know how they get. Especially the turned ones... Most of the twuns in my pack have been taught self control following being trapped in a stone room with born twuns, but still."

[Rivaxorus]

Fin nodded his head and flicked his tail. As he then stood up on all fours and flicked his hair back, he was now completely dry. As he turned to the water, he placed his paws on it, air currents flowing around his paws so that he didn't sink. He jumped maybe five feet in the air, before ducking into the water. Appearing in a split second out, with a flying fish. It's wings flapping as he pulled himself onto shore. "The god of air once told me that flying fish make an amazing gift, so here, if you want bring it to someone special." Fin said. Today seemed like a collect fish day.

What she said about Twun's was true, but they couldn't help their nature. They were once rejected in the past until they found out Twun's could be born as well. Fin had not witnessed this, but, twimentor had told him about it and that was enough proof for him. Fin accepted all creatures, he accepted truth, within the deception. He feared many things, but he never let it show ever.

[Capricorn♑]

Castor grinned as Fenrir caught a fish, watching as he jumped to far for the alpha to bother to guess. Air wolves seemed to be able to do that, probably relating for their powers. The wolf looked on in surprise as he came from the air holding a fish in his jaws, with appeared to have wings. Castor didn't know that Lake Aria had flying fish, but thinking about it, hadn't hunters once brought back flying fish? Hadn't they been hunting in the waters a short distance away from the castle? Silently, the alpha scolded herself on not being more observant.

"I don't have anybody special to give it to, but if you do, you're more than welcome to take it." The alpha paused. "God of air, you say?" She cocked her head, hoping Fin would explain. Not many wolves, especially before the gods disappeared, because they actually existed then- could have said they had spoken to a god, much less about what makes great gifts.

[Rivaxorus]

No, fin didn't have anyone special, at least not yet. Being one who fell for women or men, it seemed to back fire on him often, which was why he often chose not to fall in love. He was alone, ever since the gods disappeared. Fin dropped the fish at her feet and sat down with a flick of his ear. "Yes, Twimentor was my foster father, though I am not a demi-god he took me in and taught me my element. Made me a monk. Even though we were not related by blood, I still considered him family." Fin explained. That was the truth after all. He wasn't sure who were the sons and daughters of Twimentor, but he surely would want to meet them and tell them how great of a man their father was.

"I take it your pack still worships the vanished gods?" He asked. Not wanting to be rude and intruding, but information was what he craved. He was a curious creature who wanted to know everything about everyone. Even if it was evil. After all Fin did not judge upon actions like he had in the past.