[Bonfire Solo] Fury Had a Little Lamb [One Angry Fam]

[Soldier of Song]

"I want to help the fire." And just like that, One Angry Shot found herself slipping away from the patch of turf the Mothers Club had claimed -- not long, she promised -- the Eaglehound named Swaddle padding after them. While the Totoma lamb had enjoyed the games and company of the tribe she'd grown up with, every now again she'd catch an adult returning with wood to toss into the massive bonfire warming them, and could no longer resist.

 

[Soldier of Song]

Patiently, something she'd had to learn over the course of taking in these Totoma lambs and joining the Mothers Club, Fury guided her daughter to a quieter area of the swamp, the light of the fire still comfortably in the distance. She needed to take short steps to make sure she didn't leave the Totoma behind, not that she'd be alone with how closely Swaddle shadowed her. The lamb's tail waggled quickly with excitement, but her own steps were quiet and controlled as she surveyed the area with exaggerated scrutiny. There was plenty of wood around, but she needed to choose right.

Ah, but then she saw it. A small log she was once the size of, actually. Frolicking over, unable to keep up the serious hunter's facade for long, she chirped "Could we take this piece back?" Fury easily hefted it onto her back, and the lamb took that as a yes. Her mother didn't tend to speak much, but that was okay.

+2 points / 2 total

 

[Soldier of Song]

Speaking of kin who didn't speak much: "Where do you think Fool is?" the Totoma asked as she picked over some kindling too small to consider. Fury still had to strain to hear her daughter sometimes for how quietly she spoke, but she smiled faintly at the nickname. The lamb had no idea what that word meant; it was the only name she knew for that Kiokote buck who drifted in and out of her life, far different from the consistent and nurturing company of the Mothers Club.

"I don't know," Fury answered honestly, "But he'll find us if he needs to."
"I hope he can see the fire." All the more reason to feed it, the lamb thought, zoning in on a tall, tall tree that had lost a branch. She tried picking it up in her mouth, but the length was far too unwieldy, her steps staggering as she dragged it on the ground. Swaddle seemed glad to take it from her.

+4 points / 6 total

 

[Soldier of Song]

One more piece would probably do. With Swaddle now carrying the branch, and Fury still keeping the log on her back with such steady steps, the lamb wanted to be useful, too. Maybe she shouldn't have been so quick to dismiss the smaller twigs she'd skipped earlier. "I can't wait to get bigger," she said, parting through the brush more eagerly. Fury was surprised to feel a twinge of... something at that, but kept it to herself.

Finding another hefty branch, the young Totoma hesitated, stealing a glance at her mother before trying to pick it up. She didn't want to keep needing too much help, and at least this one wasn't as big as the one Swaddle had. Grabbing it in her teeth, she tried lifting it, keeping her head help up high, and took a few tottering steps before Fury stopped her -- only to help her adjust to a more balanced grip, and then they were off again.

+4 points / 10 total