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In the meantime, Silvertongue went over to Swifttail, who seemed to be struggling with the tent. He leaned down, taking off his gloves and offering them to the other fox. “Here. Your paws are shaking terribly. These might help.”
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Swifttail gave a quiet laugh, not quite bitter, but close.
“Aye, well... I guess I’m not like most beasts in the Imperium.”
He shifted his weight slightly, glancing toward the tent flap where pale morning light filtered through the seams.
“Grew up in a place where the world didn’t care if you were brave, or strong, or clever. Iskatyut was all wind and snow and dark winters. You needed others just to survive it. We didn’t have the luxury of thinkin’ only of ourselves.”
He paused a moment, scratching lightly at the side of his muzzle.
“Seein’ what I’ve seen since leavin’... it’s just made me more certain. I want to be better. Kinder. ‘Cause if beasts out here are gonna be cruel, someone’s gotta show the kit what the other side looks like.”
His ears perked slightly at the muffled sound of Finn’s voice outside.
“He’s a good one, that kit.”
Swifttail’s tail gave a soft, slow wag.
“Never had a brother m’self. There were a few kits in my village, sure... but I always dreamed of havin’ a younger one. Someone to teach things to. Stories, skills... how to make peace with the world, even when it feels like it don’t want you.”
He smiled, though it carried a quiet, fragile sort of hope.
“I want to teach him before the VI gets to him too bad. Before he forgets what gentle looks like.”
At that, Silvertongue approached and offered him a pair of gloves. Gates, he hadn't noticed how cold his paws had gotten! Living in warmer climates the past 6 years or so sure made a beast forget about the simple comfort items in times like this!
Swifttail nodded to the Cerulean-dressed ships aide and gratefully took the gloves, wagging his tail.
"Thank ye' Silvie! See, 'eres another good beast at heart. Look past all the scum and treachery, and there are other diamonds in the rough!"
“Aye, well... I guess I’m not like most beasts in the Imperium.”
He shifted his weight slightly, glancing toward the tent flap where pale morning light filtered through the seams.
“Grew up in a place where the world didn’t care if you were brave, or strong, or clever. Iskatyut was all wind and snow and dark winters. You needed others just to survive it. We didn’t have the luxury of thinkin’ only of ourselves.”
He paused a moment, scratching lightly at the side of his muzzle.
“Seein’ what I’ve seen since leavin’... it’s just made me more certain. I want to be better. Kinder. ‘Cause if beasts out here are gonna be cruel, someone’s gotta show the kit what the other side looks like.”
His ears perked slightly at the muffled sound of Finn’s voice outside.
“He’s a good one, that kit.”
Swifttail’s tail gave a soft, slow wag.
“Never had a brother m’self. There were a few kits in my village, sure... but I always dreamed of havin’ a younger one. Someone to teach things to. Stories, skills... how to make peace with the world, even when it feels like it don’t want you.”
He smiled, though it carried a quiet, fragile sort of hope.
“I want to teach him before the VI gets to him too bad. Before he forgets what gentle looks like.”
At that, Silvertongue approached and offered him a pair of gloves. Gates, he hadn't noticed how cold his paws had gotten! Living in warmer climates the past 6 years or so sure made a beast forget about the simple comfort items in times like this!
Swifttail nodded to the Cerulean-dressed ships aide and gratefully took the gloves, wagging his tail.
"Thank ye' Silvie! See, 'eres another good beast at heart. Look past all the scum and treachery, and there are other diamonds in the rough!"
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Vihma let the other weasel take charge, as it were, taking up the babe and finding what it needed. Wordlessly, she saw to it that the items she requested were taken… at least until her paws were full. She looked back at Piper with an expression that would have been unreadable even if her face wasn’t masked with grey-white cloth.
“What’re we doin’, mate? Can’t carry all this ‘n still scout ahead. Certainly not with… with the shrew, there.”
She gestured toward the infant, the jar in her paw offering an additional illustration of her problem.
“What’re we doin’, mate? Can’t carry all this ‘n still scout ahead. Certainly not with… with the shrew, there.”
She gestured toward the infant, the jar in her paw offering an additional illustration of her problem.
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Piper gave Vihma a long look. "We aren't leaving an infant to die. We'll take it back to camp; the surgeon can look after it while we scout ahead."
She carried the squeaking infant back outside, cooing over it. "Aww, you're not a relentless terror yet, are you? No, you're just a hungry little thing." She looked up, then frowned as she looked around. "Where did your friend get off to?"
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As Greeneye examined the boiling pot, a sickly smell of overcooked meat came to his nose. Poking around with the ladle, he found something hard in the mixture. Dredging it up, he found, the meat sloughing off it, a rodent skull of a shape and size very near to his own staring back at him.
She carried the squeaking infant back outside, cooing over it. "Aww, you're not a relentless terror yet, are you? No, you're just a hungry little thing." She looked up, then frowned as she looked around. "Where did your friend get off to?"
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As Greeneye examined the boiling pot, a sickly smell of overcooked meat came to his nose. Poking around with the ladle, he found something hard in the mixture. Dredging it up, he found, the meat sloughing off it, a rodent skull of a shape and size very near to his own staring back at him.
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Kaii was finally done with setting up traps. No enemy was spotted so far and the group that ventured out of the camp wasn't making noises signalling any attack coming thus far. He took a second to look around to make sure if any trap is visible or not. Deciding they are not, he packed his tools up and moved through the area. He of course didn't bother making any marks for those traps. They were in a grid that we now had to share to the rest of the camp.
Moving on he still wasn't letting himself think of anything but the tasks at hand. Ever vigilant and ready, that is how he would survive should any danger would come.
Some moments later he found himself in the camp proper, looking how there was an atmosphere of leisure work. It confused him really. Was anyone just fine with possibility of being attacked at any moment? He banished this thought for later and moved to Swift and Silvie, pulling out a piece of paper.
"Gentlebeasts, I am sorry to break your conversation but this is rather important." He pulled out his claw and cut precisely a hexagonal grid on it, "Starting 20 inches from each support beam from the fence and from one another, in such grid, traps are laid. Mind your step padding around."
He moved around the camp to show this note to everyone, warning them calmly of the danger they would pose if they were to entertain walking around. Finally after a good moment he ended up by the two todds working on the tent.
"Do you need any help? I am free now and time is of essence." He spoke looking at their work. he was fortunate to be a Marble fox in this climate. Arctic heritage kept him more immune to warmth than most were. And he also got used to truly freezing before.
Moving on he still wasn't letting himself think of anything but the tasks at hand. Ever vigilant and ready, that is how he would survive should any danger would come.
Some moments later he found himself in the camp proper, looking how there was an atmosphere of leisure work. It confused him really. Was anyone just fine with possibility of being attacked at any moment? He banished this thought for later and moved to Swift and Silvie, pulling out a piece of paper.
"Gentlebeasts, I am sorry to break your conversation but this is rather important." He pulled out his claw and cut precisely a hexagonal grid on it, "Starting 20 inches from each support beam from the fence and from one another, in such grid, traps are laid. Mind your step padding around."
He moved around the camp to show this note to everyone, warning them calmly of the danger they would pose if they were to entertain walking around. Finally after a good moment he ended up by the two todds working on the tent.
"Do you need any help? I am free now and time is of essence." He spoke looking at their work. he was fortunate to be a Marble fox in this climate. Arctic heritage kept him more immune to warmth than most were. And he also got used to truly freezing before.
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Finn's grin widened a little into a smirk, and the foxkit hopped back a pace away. It wasn't a cocky grin... just a pleasant lopsided one. He knew he was playing with fire taking that cheap shot, but it had played off beautifully in his favor. Seeing Tultow relax after such a sad moment was a reward enough, but getting to spar with the marines again was all he ever wanted. The foxkit flicked his stick upwards, deflecting Tultow's with ease. The stoat was telegraphing his moves, and giving him easy wins -- which most definitely boosted his confidence.
The kit eagerly pressed on into the more advanced materal, but quickly began to fail. And of course, this made sense. What sort of self respecting boy didn't play around with sticks? Yet it was quite evident: Tultow's experience with a sword easily outpaced him. Finn seemed unbothered by it though -- even when Tultow gave a sharp rap to his knuckles.
"Yoww! M'paw!" he cried, shaking the wounded paw. (But there was nothing more than a scrape.) Playfully, he tucked it behind his back, as if the stoat had just chopped it off. "I'll get you yet!" he cried, lunging forwards to try and tag Tultow's knee.
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The pine marten rested back against the operating table, arms folded across his chest, and footpaws crossed in a relaxed manner to listen. He didn't know much of the fox's story, beyond that he came from an icy region from a fishing village. There were rumors about what events led him here -- but Barrett didn't put much weight in them. (He had no interest in prying, either.)
Whatever the fox's past held, the present was clearly a culture shock to him. Did Swift feel like a fish out of water, too? Barrett considered him carefully. The less Barrett felt he fit in the world, the more withdrawn and bitter he felt. Apparently, it had an opposite effect on Swifttail. Even now, the bitter side of him wanted to lash out -- Tch! The VI will get him eventually! -- but what a wicked thought. The world needed people like Swift and Finn, and... gates, what was wrong with him?
Barrett's thoughts were interrupted as Silvertongue entered from one end of the tent, and Kaii from the other. True to form and fashion, Silv was giving others the clothes off his back, and Kaii was busy crafting and inventing things that could lead to his own doom. A wry grin spread over his muzzle. If only Morgan were here... gates, she'd be up to her ears in trouble, and it'd be the most normal day on the Hide.
"Mr. Nah-shee-rou*! May I have a word with you in private?" he asked, pushing off the table, and leading the fox out the back of the tent.
"...I wanted to let you know, I've put you and Swifttail in for a commendation for your efforts to save Morgan. The device you made was instrumental in saving her life, and worked flawlessly."
* It was his first time attempting to pronounce Kaii's last name, he's trying!
Whatever the fox's past held, the present was clearly a culture shock to him. Did Swift feel like a fish out of water, too? Barrett considered him carefully. The less Barrett felt he fit in the world, the more withdrawn and bitter he felt. Apparently, it had an opposite effect on Swifttail. Even now, the bitter side of him wanted to lash out -- Tch! The VI will get him eventually! -- but what a wicked thought. The world needed people like Swift and Finn, and... gates, what was wrong with him?
Barrett's thoughts were interrupted as Silvertongue entered from one end of the tent, and Kaii from the other. True to form and fashion, Silv was giving others the clothes off his back, and Kaii was busy crafting and inventing things that could lead to his own doom. A wry grin spread over his muzzle. If only Morgan were here... gates, she'd be up to her ears in trouble, and it'd be the most normal day on the Hide.
"Mr. Nah-shee-rou*! May I have a word with you in private?" he asked, pushing off the table, and leading the fox out the back of the tent.
"...I wanted to let you know, I've put you and Swifttail in for a commendation for your efforts to save Morgan. The device you made was instrumental in saving her life, and worked flawlessly."
* It was his first time attempting to pronounce Kaii's last name, he's trying!
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Swifttail turned the gloves over in his paws once more, then looked to where Silvertongue stood nearby.
“These’re yours, ain’t they?” he said quietly.
His voice trembled, just a little.
“Gates, Silvie… most beasts wouldn’t do a thing like that.”
He stepped closer and held the gloves out with both paws.
“It’s incredibly kind of you. But m’paws are used to the cold.” A faint smile tugged at his muzzle. “You should keep ‘em. You’ve got more performin’ to do on this trip than I do.”
His tail gave a small flick behind him, then stilled.
There’d been something about that night in the crow’s nest. The way Silvertongue had spoken, soft and reverent beneath the lights in the sky. The way he’d looked at the aurora like it meant something deeper. The way he had dozed off and he had to help him to his bunk...
Swifttail swallowed, trying to still his heart.
Gates, calm down Swift... He's taken, and he ain't gettin' between Silvie and Greeneye for nothin'
“These’re yours, ain’t they?” he said quietly.
His voice trembled, just a little.
“Gates, Silvie… most beasts wouldn’t do a thing like that.”
He stepped closer and held the gloves out with both paws.
“It’s incredibly kind of you. But m’paws are used to the cold.” A faint smile tugged at his muzzle. “You should keep ‘em. You’ve got more performin’ to do on this trip than I do.”
His tail gave a small flick behind him, then stilled.
There’d been something about that night in the crow’s nest. The way Silvertongue had spoken, soft and reverent beneath the lights in the sky. The way he’d looked at the aurora like it meant something deeper. The way he had dozed off and he had to help him to his bunk...
Swifttail swallowed, trying to still his heart.
Gates, calm down Swift... He's taken, and he ain't gettin' between Silvie and Greeneye for nothin'
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Kaii walked with the Chirurgeon, currently unable to be bothered with him slightly butchering his family's name. Kaii was locked on the survival and such little matters bothered him not. They would be freed later once the danger of any sorts isn't there.
But the words the pine marten spoke faltered his wall of logic. Commendation? A nice thought and one Kaii was glad to hear... but really unable to appreciate right now. He had his... disagreements with Barrett and right now he found this as a form of apology, one Kaii genuinely appreciated despite the cold, both outside and inside him.
"I am honoured to hear that. I hope you will be able to use it to save more lives." He managed with a light but genuine smile. That was really the best he could manage, and do so with much difficulty, considering his current state. Logic let him do that as it was humble, respectful of his converser's work and grateful, granting high chance of achieving both a truce between the two beasts and satisfactory outcome of their quarrel.
"I will have the proper sketch for the sake of future manufacturing done and delivered to you after this excursion here. One with my and Mr. Swifttail's signatures for you to validate should you desire to pass it to the officials." He added now much more matter-of-factly. He did however bow for a longer second, letting some snow build up on the back of his coat and fall once he straightened upwards.
But he still lacked anything to do for the cause right now. Traps were done and he couldn't stay at rest. "Tell me should you need my help. I am free of duties so I could save precious time for someone."
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