Hamat

Hamat is walking around the fields when he notices a swarm of black birds flying to the north. He also hears adults saying that means a Storm is coming. He hate storms.

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(response to Hamat) Watching the scene of noisy pups spill over the meadow, Astri heart aches in private longing. Why had she come here? To hurt more? To dwell on things she cannot change? That is what her brother Kogot said, when she'd chosen to follow the scent that had led her to this place. An adoption field, she heard it called. Well, whatever it was...she knew she shouldn't be here. 

But then, why can't she leave? 

Before she can think of a response, her ears flick towards the sound of a whimper to her right. A small pup stares at the sky and the spray of blackbirds soaring across it. Her paws take her closer and, scenting his fear, she speaks gently.

     "Are you afraid little one? Don't be. The birds let us know the time to nest out of the rain in safety. Not all omens are bad." A sudden thought appears in her mind and takes her tongue. "I can teach you. The signs of the sky and the land and what they mean. We can run, hunt, and sleep in the warm dens of my homelands to hide from the storms. If you'd like...." Unsure of how things of this nature went, she nuzzled her 40 silver cones at her feet. "A gift for your elders...to remember your old life and to celebrate the new adventures to come. You can tell them Astri, one of the Twin Fangs of the South, has offered them." 

Hamat to Astri - Hamat looks deep into Astri's gentle eyes. He can tell that she means what she is saying. "I would love to do all of that with you." He looks up at the sky. " This is a scary world but..." He looks a Astri again "...as long as you have someone to navigate it with you, it's not too bad." He smiles and leans up to touch noses with Astri. (Congratulations, Hamat has chosen you! I will set up the trade once he is weaned from his mother)

He caught influenza on Jan.2.2021, used a Cure All Your chosen wolf drinks the glowing liquid. A visible shiver ripples down its spine. Whew!