[PRP] Down North (Rakel/Tlatlemina)

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Rakel was not as tough as her Ice Tribe kin. Yes, by ever accounts, she was an Ice Tribe Karl and yes, she had the look down. She wanted desperately to be a Floofalo herder and do her part to help the survival of her kinfolk, as was expected of her, lest she want to be thrown to the outskirts of the tribe as a Thrall.

She knew exactly what she was to be woven for, at least she thought she did. Since she first opened her eyes, she knew what a Floofalo was and that she wanted not just one, but tons of them! If that didn't mean she was meant to become a herder, she didn't know what! Yet, try as she might, she couldn't get one of her own. Her kin said that she ought to get one with her own paws instead of asking for free things. Nothing in the Ice Tribe was ever free, that was something everyone woven there knew right off the bat, or found out shortly thereafter.

So, Rakel started her hunt. Floofalo were supposed to be the main creature of the tribe, but whenever Rakel looked for any, the beasts were surprisingly elusive. She looked along the coast, through the forests and even atop the mountains were many a goat was pushed from the cliffs by her kin. Yet, not a Floofalo was found. Maybe the Floofalo population was already in captivity, but at the paws of her kin already! So, she started to push her boundaries. She approached the border to her tribe day after day on her hunt, before today, when she crossed over it entirely.

The first thing she had found was forest and within this forest she found a great deal of shade. This pleased her very much, for she had never been on ground without snow before and while the breeze of her home tribe still gave her a pleasant chill, it wasn't at all the same as it was back home. So, she stayed in the shade, but also on the lookout. Today, she would find a Floofalo once and for all, she thought, then she could return home without a moment's delay and start her life.

WC: 372

Ice_Dragon_Demon

 

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Rakel had smelled Floofalo before, but it was the Floofalo of her home tribe, their thick coats damp with snow. The scent that accompanied the breeze was not the Floofalo of her home, it was muskier, one that carried significantly more warmth to it. She was intrigued and so began to stalk it.

She followed it all the way to a cave, in which the scent was so thick she could almost feel it, as though it were the Floofalo's coat... or her own, for that matter. Eagerness made her hasty and rather than trying to mask her own scent, she strolled forward. If they were wild, she would capture them! Besides, what was the chance that she would come across another b'alam here?

The scent of warmth and feline unlike any she had come across before halted her when she got to the mouth of the cave and she paused. Suddenly made uncertain by two unusual scents, she called into the cave.
"Hellooo? Is anyone in there?"

WC: 168

Ice_Dragon_Demon