*prances cheerfully around the cottage, getting dirt everywhere and eluding all attempts by the humans to give him a bath*

Mithrhovan:: *lopes across the Pelennor, completely covered in dried and semi-dried muck from the Dead Marshes and everything between there and here*

Lunette, Maelgwn, and Marrock: *huddled with Huan in a grassy area close to the treeline*

Mithrhovan:: *hasn't stopped except for rest and quick drinks since leaving the marshes, wanting to find ( Read more... )

*stalks a ferret in an effort to teach the cubs to hunt*

*slinks into the quarters and scouts around, finally edging his way into Halbarad and Nadiyah's quarters*

*nudges the closet door open and roots around a bit, then seemingly satisfied turns and trots out of the city again, only to return to the closet several times over the next hour with fuzzy, squirming packages held firmly in his jaws*

*lounges outside, enjoying the brisk air, until a raven drops a rock wrapped in paper on his head*

!!!

*whimpers and whuffles at the rock, frees the paper*

Hired swan to write this down.

GET YOUR FURRY ASS BACK HERE YOU BASTARD OR THE CUBS' FIRST SOLID FOOD IS GOING TO BE YOU!!!

Love,

Your Mate

O.O

*hightails it out of Minas Tirith*

*eyes Halbarad and Nadiyah enjoying each other entirely too much*

*squirms wounded self out of bed and onto the floor*

*crawls across the room and hauls self into Eomer's bed using teeth and claws*

*steals all the covers and huffs in satisfaction*

Halbarad: *cups hands in front of mouth* Mithrhovan!!!

Gorlim: *follows along, occasionally wandering off in one direction or another to poke, prod, inspect, and play with things. Like turtles.*

Mithrhovan: *sleeps outside the entrance to the den*

Halbarad: Mithrhovan!!! I don't have all day!!!

Gorlim: Maybe you've scared him off. *sticks ( Read more... )

*stays close, until the pair enters the forest, and the sights, sounds and smells pull at his wild heritage ... prey ... so many things to explore, so much to be prepared against ... *

*then, in the distance ... *

Female.


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*peeks at the two tiny squirming things on the bed next to him; pricks ears*

???

*sniffs*

Cubs?

*whines questioningly*

*trots out of Minas Tirith, easily keeping pace with his humans' horses*

North. Good direction.

*pauses to howl as they lose sight of the city*