Kiss the CookMert was a flirt. Total, utter and complete. He tended to flirt with ladies, but was perfectly willing to flirt with the guys as well.Aside from flirting, Mert was pretty good at cooking- it was one of his favorite ways to flirt, too. His cooking was more a matter of having learned from the Hutches which herbs could season food, learning from Yololitzli visitors of the concept and learning from the Hunters that some parts of the animal were more naturally flavored than others. He learned these things with the intent of being a Hutch, and making it more than just a basic ‘I will be the apprentice of the Shaman that will not ever try to be Shaman.’Admittedly, to start, his flirting had been his main ‘skill’, but he eventually figured he should develop other talents to back it up, which had led to the cooking- food preparation. He also worked to have a general aptitude in terms of herbs, though the child-birth part of Hutch du
For a CauseSamya would have sworn there were only so many ways a thing could be said, and that her mother found all of the at least partially offensive ones, but then the woman found new ones. At least, she reasoned, Wynne never directed it at family in a malicious fashion. In fact, her dry sarcasm and rude words were more often accidental; thought that frustrated Samya even more, because Wynne didn't mean to, but didn't care enough not to.So there were a few arguments between the two neroistic females- and they could often be found to end in loud voices or yelling out right; though Wynne never resorted to physical action. With her mother being as she was, Samya was very anti-bullying in all its forms, which gave the girl a cause to stand for of her own. (Her sisters had theirs, and she wanted one of her own, was her point.)She went through school with no more and no less trouble than any other, average child, but was quick to cheer for the underdog in most cases.
Help them to healHer mom was the first person to say the wrong thing in pretty much any situation. Family, friends, it didn't really matter. Luckily, Justina was more focused on the Mangoli that her father Riley had brought into the house, that had latched on to Wynne. It followed her around, and while Wynne would shoot it sour looks,that was typically the worst of her reactions to it. The little thing took it as acceptance, and of course Wynne was his favorite person.Justina took from that, and her father's way of interacting with Mangoli that all animals had minds of their own, no matter how simply constructed they may be. She tried to work out what to do with that information as she grew, first wanting to follow in her father's footsteps, then wanting to train all animals, then learning how much time it took to learn and realizing she'd have to scale back.So her school years reflected that. Justina would learn about a process and give over to learning it-
A little prickly maybeThe Aryatl line produced rainbows; prismatic, light-catching fur. The Tyler line was quieter, with mittens and socks, stripes and horns. Quil got none of the mittens, none of the prism. He was a quiet grey, but with a deep red hue for his hair.But he wasn't obsessed with this. He wasn't 'obsessed' with anything, and was willing to share his thought about the silliness of a 'Line should always have' conversation. It caused some problems yes, but as Quil wasn't exactly loud, they weren't big problems. Mainly teasing his dad sorts of problems.Speaking of his dad, he was one of the Rainbows of Aryatl; so Quil didn't always see him. His mom on the other hand ,he saw all the time. She was Alpha Heir and later Alpha of the Tyler Tribe. She gave him five siblings. Older sister Oya, and his litter mates Tig, Coyo, Eta and Tlip. Oya was enjoyable to learn from and through. He'd have tailed his big sister as his rank if he
Her name fits her job almost perfectlyAs a pup, Sik was the one most often found in the back of a group, quietly observing. She’d eventually ask questions in lessons and occasionally play along with whatever games the others kicked up to, but was usually one of the last to do so. She didn’t want to be left behind, but it wasn’t easy for her to speak up and get into group activities. Having worked with such a wide variety of pups, the Matrens knew how to teach her, and she was happy to learn, even if she preferred to learn and do more slowly than so many other pups. Really, if she could just sit and be hugged, she was just as happy with that, so no one worried about any disorders. She learned just fine, so no one worried there either, except for the fact that her mother was snappish as often as not- and as it never went past snappish in terms of how she treated her daughter, that was a somewhat abstract worry as well. So instead, Sik’s favorite people were her fath
Streaks of flameMaenad, when she heard from a coworker that her name was the term for women who worshiped a deity called 'Baccus' Said that that was the reason she so enjoyed her secondary job as a stripper. She liked music- early exposure do her grandpa having been the bouncer at a club, and her mom the DJ of the same club meant she was familiar with all kinds of music from a young age. She could be found through her years at school, and later too, tapping her paws and claws on things to one tune or another. She'd hum in class, sing as she bathed and was easily spotted dancing instead of walking at least half of the time.While she could have looked to her father's family as her daughter's tribe, Nereid thought they were too scattered. Uncle TJ or Ian would have ha to be Alpha, but then both deferred to someone else. So when she was confirmed to have a Bemy child on the way, Nereid went looking for the Bemy Tribe Alpha of Cruix. She'd grown up around Bemy to an extent, s
Do it right or don't do itFor the most part, Doc was a fairly typical pup of the Raotani. He played with the other little ones when spending time in the care of the Matrens and behaved well enough around the other pups. He could almost have been said to have behaved too well, but for the fact that his determination to be a well-behaved child was sometimes problematic. He wanted to be a good child- always. The occasional pranks other kids got up to were the source of him finding an adult and whining about them starting trouble. He could get into arguments with the other children about the plans to play this way or that- they had to follow the rules to the letter or he thought they were being bad. Yes, this did cause some friction, but the problems were generally cleared with and when the other kids spelling out rules and variations for him where possible, or making him be the one in charge of dreaming up new rules that they could use in play.Being so ‘dedicated’ t