Can I hunt bears now?“Moooom!” a voice echoed from the back of the barn, claws scraping against the wooden floor suddenly getting louder and louder with each step. Anfisa groaned loudly, her eyes blinking slowly as she tried to adjust her blurry vision. When she finally woke up, a grey colored mop appeared in front of her. Albus sat up straight, his head held high as he watched his mother with keen eyes. “Mom you promised you’d take me hunting today! After all, it is my first birthday!” He exclaimed, sputtering his words so quick they barely made sense. “Ah, yes, my little mop is 1 today.” She laughed, a smile pulling at her lips as she rose to her feet. Shaking her pelt free of the golden straw, Anfisa made her way towards the barn door. The curly tokota pressed her nose against the barn door and pushed softly, making a small gap for them to exit. Albus followed, bouncing with every step he took, “Mom! Can we go hunt a bear today? I saw uncle Sven brin
Teaching a pup to fishAnfisa peeked her head out behind the barn door, her eyes scanning the clearing ahead for any signs of bad weather or busy villagers. The sun had just begun to make its appearance in the sky, letting her know that most of the humans that lived in this village would still be asleep. The curly tokota had longed to go fishing, but with the waters frozen over, it was quite difficult to fish unless one were to steal a fishermen’s carved hole into the ice. And unfortunately for her, the fishermen were not so lenient when it came to sharing their fishing spots, especially with a tokota who could fish better than half of the men in this village. She focused her gaze towards the small village before slipping her body through the little crack the barn door gave her. “Alright Anfisa, time to shine.” She said aloud to herself, shaking her pelt free of any access fur and straw before trotting towards the village, her head and tail held up high in confidence. Sure, there was a poss
Sleepy hypocriteQinnik groaned as rays of sunshine made its way through her bed room curtains. All she wanted to do was sleep her life away. Well, just for today anyway. She had been out all day yesterday with one of her many tokotas, her black tokota that goes by the name of Atanarjuat, or better known as Juju. They had been training since the wee hours of the morning and never rested until night fall. Amongst their pack of tokotas, Juju was considered submissive. Submissive being the lowest on the totem pole. Qinnik made it one of her hobbies to train her tokotas until the day herself and her sister felt that they deserved the title ‘Average’. “Ugh… what time is it?!” she muttered, blinking a couple of times to get the sleep out of her eyes. Rolling onto her side, she glanced up at the window that was placed right above her bed. Peeking out the window, she could tell it was still early in the morning. The sun was just making it's way up into the sky, little drops of dew
Sven and Lyalla go fishingDashsky:
"Sven! Time to wake up, buddy!" Wenona said, resting her hand on the large tokotas shoulder to shake him awake. Sven let out a loud noise- a mixture of a grunt and whine. "I know, you just wanna sleep but today's the day we said we'd go fishing!" the tokota handler stated, running her fingers along his back. "And yeah, I know it's early but you know what they say, the early bird catches the worm." Sven looked up at Wenona, a low sigh escaping his throat as he rose to his paws. Sven loved to fish, but not when it interfered with his sleep. Wenona would often wake up the dire tokota early in the morning, just as the sun was beginning to make it's way up into the sky.
Wenona tended to her other tokotas, fed Sven breakfast, and then saddled him up. Opening up the barn door, she grinned at the lumbering dire as he made his way outside and soon followed, climbing onto his back and making their way into the local village.
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Sputnik's unexpected meeting“3 days, I think-” The tokota handler paused, resting the tip of his index finger along his bottom lip. Gianno had lost count on how many days Sputnik and he had been traveling. It had seemed like forever ago that he and his furry companion left the village in search of some kind of adventure. Things at the village had been slow and quite boring causing the random decision to go explore, and he knew he could rely on Anouk and his mother to hold down the farm while he and Sputnik were gone. “I can’t remember now. What do you think, spud? 3 days sound right to you?” He asked, the corner of his lips curling into a smile as he heard the yeti bark in response. Gianno firmly patted Sputnik’s shoulder as praise, and directed him to turn east.
They had no certain destination. In fact, Gianno wasn’t sure he’d be able to guide the pair back without some trouble along the way. All he knew was that he was in the middle of the Alaskan wilderness
Sputnik's Fishing AdventureSputnik’s not going to like this at all, Gianno thought to himself as he peeked out of his bedroom window. Through the tiny glass window, Gianno had noticed massive dark clouds forming over the village, releasing low sounding echos of thunder. The young handler climbed out of bed, making his way to his closet. He put on his best outdoor attire and made his way towards the back door.
Throwing his hood up to protect himself from the rain, Gianno made his way towards the barn. “First, I have to feed the animals.” He said aloud to himself. “And second, I have to convince Sputnik that regardless of the weather, he’s still coming fishing.” Gianno didn't mind this kind of weather. He believed that rain made fish more active and more prone to getting caught on his hook. Plus, the wet soil meant it would be easier to find worms. Sputnik on the other hand, would rather stay curled up within the safety of the barn with Anouk, keeping an eye on the