9. Your Tokota crosses paths with an infant (animal or human) that is too young to remember where it came from or who it's parents are. Your Tokota must choose to either take mercy and care for and protect it until the parents can be located, or abandon it to nature.
Kangee paused for a moment and cast his gaze upwards. Darkened clouds drifted towards him from the horizon and the faint, low rumble of distant thunder carried across the plains. With a storm incoming he would have to find somewhere to take shelter while it passed. There was no urgency in the old tokota's pace as he continued moving. There was still plenty of time.
The low rumbles grew louder as the storm continued it's slow march through the sky, but the wind carried with it another sound. Kangee's ears perked forward at the sound. In between the thunder he could hear the faint, soft cries of something. It was a familiar sound. He had been around long enough to sire pups of his own, and the faint cries he heard now could be nothing else. Surely though it was not an issue. There would be a parent close by.
The cries continued though, longer than Kangee felt they should have. By now one of it's parents should have been by, but why then was the little one still crying? That wasn't the only thing that worried him though. Dark shapes now circled the skies ahead and Kangee could not help but think that the source of the cries he heard was what they now circled. The thought of finding shelter had left the old tokotas mind as he quickened his pace, ears alert as he sought out the little cries of the pup he knew was out there. The cries quieted a little as he came nearer before kicking back up again. Kangee would not be a familiar scent to the little one. It was partially hidden within the grass next to a tributary, and he was glad the little one had not fumbled it's way into the waters.
Where then were it's parents? As Kangee stood protectively over the crying pup he sought out any sign of a parent nearby, or on their way. He had hoped they may have been near, but considering how long the little one had been crying already it seemed unlikely. Poor little one, what was it to do now? What was he going to do? The thought of leaving the little one out here for the waiting predators overhead was not even one he would give any heed to. The old tokota couldn't do it, but on the other hand could he care for such a young pup on his own? Caring for himself was one thing, but if he took this pup with him could he keep both of them safe and fed? Perhaps if he was a bit younger, but even Kangee knew he was not so spry any more.
The little cries started to soften a little beneath him. Kangee settled down on the ground with the little brown pup between his paws and it continued it's cries as it wobbled closer to him, it's movements awkward and unsure. It was a lively little one and he had no doubt it could grow to be a strong tokota if given the chance. As Kangee watched the little pup attempt to climb over his leg he realized he had already made his choice. He didn't know what he would do with it, but there was no way he could leave the little one out here on it's own.
holy frick frack you made their fur look so dang soft and now i want desperately to pet them, and i CAN'T >8V
Wow <3 So pretty, as always!
This is amazingly gorgeous
*cries* so beautimous