#Raven cbbc

[not-mary-sue]

Traitors works because it hits the CBBC generations craving for overly dramatic gameshows

#tell me it doesn't give Raven and Trapped vibes #trapped cbbc #raven #raven cbbc #cbbc trapped #cbbc raven #cbbc #cbbc gameshows #traitors #the traitors #traitors uk

[femmehysteria]

I'm doing a series of "Best Character Named X" polls where all the characters have the same first name but are from completely different media, feel free to send in name/charcacter suggestions, I'm posting one poll a day, check my pinned post for active polls

#best character named x #poll #poll game #raven darkholme #mystique #raven baxter #raven teen titans #raven reyes #raven cbbc #raven tekken #x men #thats so raven #titan #teen titans #new teen titans #the 100 #tekken #cbbc

[obscurecharactershowdown]

Group D Round 1

[image ID: the first image is of Kronoculus, a giant creature with a hollow--looking body that fades into tattered black robes at his feet. he has a triangular, orange-gold and pink head, teeth-like protrusions where a mouth would be, and a large chain hanging from his mouth, attached to another triangular object. his arms and hands are black, long, and thin. his neck is hunched below his shoulders. the second image is of Raven, a Black woman with kinky brown hair fading into a light color, wearing black leather armor with a feathered cloak over her shoulders. she holds a black staff decorated with more feathers and gold bands. end ID]

Kronoculus

Kronoculus is a time wizard and the secondary antagonist of Costume Quest 2, a Halloween-themed video game about a group of kids who physically become their costumes to fight evil. Throughout the game, he serves under Dr. Orel White, a dentist attempting to rid the world of candy. Kronoculus commands an army of minions called Kronys, which are physical pieces of Kronoculus himself. (Kronoculus is special to me because, the last time I saw my half brother, we were playing Costume Quest 2 together. Hope he’s grown up to be an alright guy)

Raven

You know that thing where a cult series with a white male protagonist gets rebooted but with a black female protagonist instead? Well this is her. I love her. She’s the badass birdwoman shapeshifting warrior you’ve been dreaming of. She’s just so determined and compassionate and resourceful, even in the face of fighting a never-ending battle, against an enemy that won’t. Stay. Dead. She’s my favourite of all time and deserved like five more series and at least one spin off

#obscurecharactershowdown #group d round 1 #obscure poll #kronoculus #costume quest 2 #raven cbbc

[readberserk]

#raven cbbc #raven #worjo

[theshapeshifter100]

W+R: Flow and Wolf Part 2

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The instructor clapped for attention, the sound carrying through the field. “We are about to start sparring! Put your staffs away, get some armour on and I will split you into groups based on height!”

Flow followed the rest of the ten/eleven year olds to the basket to put back her training staff, then followed the small mob to the pile of brown chest, head, arm and leg pieces that made up the sparring armour. There was a crackle in the air, excited whispering and chattering. This was the first time they were going to apply their practice to a fight!

Wolf’s grey hair stood out in a group of blonde, red, black and brown, and it was currently bent down with everyone else, trying to find armour pieces that fit. Even after being a semi common sight in the village for that last five or so cycles of the seasons, it was hard not to stare a little.

Flow found some armour that fit her, tucking her thick, wavy, brown hair under the helmet with some difficulty. The padded armour made it difficult to move properly, but the instructor assured that they would get used to it.

Once everyone had been tied into the armour, the instructor scanned the group.

“Flow, Wolf, Mac, Rowan! You’re a four! Head to the end of the field!”

The four of them shuffled to the end as the instructor sorted out the rest of the group. They all knew each other, but not all of them ran in the same groups. Wolf was usually with the older children these days, and Mac and Rowan were just in a different set of friends.

They all nodded to each other, and waited for the instructor to finish. Wolf was already moving a little, bouncing on the balls of her feet and tapping her nails against the arm guard. The sound was both annoying and satisfying.

“Catch!” the instructor called, throwing padded sparring staffs to the groups. Flow’s nearly hit her in the face, and Rowan and Mac floundered to the catch theirs. Wolf caught it with one hand, and looked around like she was wondering how everyone else had failed to catch it.

“Pick a partner to spar with in your group! We will be rotating sparring partners every few rounds, so do not waste time thinking about it!”

Mac and Rowan immediately stood opposite each other, leaving Flow and Wolf to spar each other.

“You do know biting is not part of sparring?” Flow asked her, and Wolf raised an eyebrow.

“Aye,” Wolf hefted the padded staff, feeling its weight. “Is it truly necessary to pad us and the weapon?”

“They do not want to risk injury?” Flow shrugged. “It is harder to hold though.” Only the ends to properly padded, the middle leaving space to hold, but it still felt restricting.

“Ready positions!”

Flow and Wolf held their staffs out towards each other, shifting to longer stances and lifting onto the balls of their feet.

“Begin!”

Flow was first to launch forward, making Wolf block and dodge, then coming in for her own strike before Flow could follow. It became clear that Wolf was both strong and fast, but Flow was stronger.

As the instructor called “Time!” Flow shoved the butt of the staff into Wolf’s chest. Wolf staggered back and tripped over her own feet, sprawling on her back as the bout came to an end.

“Per-perhaps,” Wolf panted. “That is why the staff is padded too.”

Flow held a hand out to help her up, and Wolf took it.

“Reset!”

Wolf and Flow took their positions again.

“Begin!”

Wolf was even faster this time, not wanting to be knocked onto her back again. She suddenly lunged and Flow staggered back, something primal kicking in as she looked at Wolf’s face. She’d been so convinced that a real wolf lunging for her.

Wolf then managed to swing and knock Flow’s legs out from under her. Their bout paused for a moment as Wolf helped her up, and they continued from where they left off.

“Time!”

The two relaxed, breathing heavily and faces pink under the helmets.

“Everyone, move one person to the left!”

There was a bit of shuffling as everyone tried to work out exactly what they meant, but soon Flow was facing Rowan, and Wolf was facing Mac.

The next few fights weren’t as good. Flow initially had a hard time realising why, but soon put her finger on it. Neither Mac nor Rowan were as good. They weren’t bad by any means, but they lacked the ferocity of Wolf.

They apologised when they landed a hit, almost as though it was reflex, and their hits were soft, cautious. They’d been chasing and rough housing each other for years, why this change?

After everyone had fought everyone in their group, the instructor called to the end of sparring, and bid everyone to take their armour, put their staffs back, and start gentle walking to cool down.

Flow ended up walking behind Wolf, both of them looking like their hair hadn’t seen a comb for at least a week. For Wolf that might actually be true.

The session came to an end, and the children all wandered back to their homes, but Flow followed Wolf as she walked towards the edge of the Whispering Forest.

“Why are you following me?” Wolf asked, barely stopping.

“I think we should do our own sparring.”

That made Wolf stop, and she turned to face Flow, face creased and head tilted as she thought.

“…You were the best fighter in our group,” she said slowly.

“Exactly, and so were you! So, we should spar together!”

The corner of Wolf’s mouth lifted into a smile. “No biting?”

“No biting, obviously,” Flow rolled her eyes. “We could do it with proper staffs, without armour!”

“I think we should wait on that. We are new to this.”

“We will be fine!” Flow brushed off. “We are not babies! We can handle it!”

“I still believe we should wait, a little bit. We do not have our own staffs.”

“You live with Lowf! Make some!”

Wolf opened her mouth to counter, then closed it.

“…Only if you can find practice armour.”

“Deal!”

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They kept the staffs at Lowf’s hut, and Flow kept the armour in her room. She did have to ask the instructor in the end to borrow it, but the instructor was fine with it, as long as they brought it back for training.

A few months into this arrangement, the pair were dropping their staffs off a Lowf’s hut, taking their helmets off and shaking out their hair.

Lowf poked his head out of the hut, the smell of salt and herbs drifting out of the door.

“Would you two like a drink? It is rather warm out.”

It was summer now, with biting insects hovering over every body of water they could find and the days dragging on, while the heat only climbed.

“That would be lovely,” Wolf panted, tongue lolling like a wolf even as she sweated.

“Come in, it’s cooler inside.”

Flow had never been inside Lowf’s hut before, and jumped at the chance to look.

The hut was small, it seemed like there was barely enough room for two people, let alone three. To the right of the door was a small hearth and cooking pot, and Flow had to duck as she entered, as herbs and meat hung from the ceiling.

The hut itself was cluttered, with finished and half-finished carvings and their tools. There were plates and other utensils, carved from wood, scattered rather haphazardly. To the left was a pile of furs, while a basket of feathers and sticks hung just by a small window. A couple of packs sat under the window, one empty, one in the process of being packed.

The hearth was not lit, and the pot only filled with cool water, and Lowf was right, it was cooler in here, away from the sun.

Flow and Wolf found some space on the wooden floor, sipping their water. After a minute or so, Wolf flopped down, pressing her back against Flow’s side and drinking from there.

Flow looked down in surprise, half expecting to see a dog, or a wolf even, but Wolf was still human.

Even Lowf looked surprised. “Acting like a wolf without being one?”

“Too hot for fur,” Wolf grumbled.

“We can go to the River of the Diving Bird later if you want to cool off.”

“Yes!” Wolf popped back up again, making Lowf laugh and almost clashing heads with Flow.

“You would be welcome to join us,” Lowf added to Flow. “If your parents do not mind?”

“I can ask.”

“I would suggest that you finish your water first,” Lowf smiled warmly, his weather-beaten face crinkling and a leaf hanging from his curly, nut-brown hair and over his ear as though it were fixed there.

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The sun was still up, although finally beginning to set when the three of them reached the bank of the river. They found a section of bank that formed a pebbly, muddy shore and Wolf ran straight in, fur and tail flying.

Flow shielded her herself from the spray of water as Wolf jumped in, and Lowf laughed and shook his head. Flow then yelped as Lowf pushed her in.

Freezing cold water splashed up as she struggled to maintain her balance in the calf deep water, and she shrieked from the cold. It was then Lowf’s turn to yell as Wolf burst from the water and grabbed his sleeve with her fangs, dragging him down too. He lost his balance and fell onto hands and knees for a moment, water splashing up and completely soaking him.

“You asked for it!” Lowf roared as he pushed himself up. He plunged his hands into the water and splashing repeatedly at Wolf, who chuffed and yelped as she dodged each splash.

Flow got caught in the crossfire, and began to splash indiscriminately. Wolf, Lowf, the trees, everything got soaked.

Lowf was still laughing, and Flow joined in. Yaps and laughs came from Wolf as she changed form with every leap and dodge.

Finally they ran out of energy and trudged back to the bank, sheltering in the shade of the trees.

Wolf didn’t turn back to human right away, fur dripping and tongue lolling as she made her way up the bank. Lowf seemed unconcerned, but Flow found herself skittering away.

Wolf wasn’t full grown, still a young wolf with gangly limbs and scrappy coat, but her shoulder still came up to just below Flow’s chest. The fur was in a shorter summer coat, mostly grey and white, with brown mantle on the shoulders, streaking down the back towards the flank.

White tipped her muzzle and paws, and a solid grey ear flicked towards Flow as she walked towards Lowf. Once she was within range, she began to shake herself dry.

“WOLF!” Lowf tried to shield himself from the deluge. “Enough! Wolf!”

Wolf didn’t stop until she stopped dripping, sending Lowf a wolfish grin before flopping down onto the grass, panting. Lowf sighed heavily and ruffled her between the ears before collapsing under a tree.

Flow remained standing, still eyeing Wolf nervously. She was relaxed now, but… but she was a wolf. She hadn’t had that realisation for a while, but here it was again.

“You are safe,” Lowf assured, with a rather defeated tone, like he’d said that many times. “She will not harm you.”

Wolf let out a huff that sounded like a laugh and her tail thumped against the ground.

Flow cautiously sat down, still keeping Lowf between her and Wolf. Lowf and Wolf looked at each other, and another huff and chuff she stood up and flopped between Lowf and Flow.

Flow froze as Wolf rested her head on Lowf, but rested her back against Flow’s side.

She slowly began to relax as she realised that nothing was going to happen. Wolf’s tail swished and thumped against her foot, and the weight was comforting. Drying off in the warm, summer air, she began to feel safe. At peace.

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Sparring is an odd thing, it doesn't happen to everyone, but quite a lot of people, the first time they spar, with contact, they get nervous and apologetic about it. They're suddenly afraid of hurting you. It's just something that happens, and you grow out of it with practice. As for why they're doing this sparring? I assume it's a like a Warrior precursor, everyone gives it a go as a kid and they can walk away if it doesn't work for them.

@fairyofsomething​ suggested I start calling this the ACU, or Alaunus Cinematic Universe, and I'm down for that!

On another note

This was made with kaylink's wolf maker, which is one various sights like DollDivine and Azalea's Dress up Dolls www.azaleasdolls.com/animals/g…I'll never pretend I made this! A general idea of how I think Wolf looks in her Wolf form, the scar was never going to be entirely accurate, but there you go

#Wolf and Raven #Wolf #Flow #Lowf #Alaunus #The Island of Alaunus #Raven CBBC #Raven 2002 #Raven OC #Raven fanfic #Raven fanfiction #TheShapeshifter100 writes

[quillandrapier]

Did other countries have kids gameshows where if the children playing lost the game they were said to be eaten, imprisoned, killed or something similar or is that just a British thing?

#CBBC #I was thinking about Trapped again #Iconic show but I don't think other countries tell the children at home that the losers are stuck in a tower because they lost among us #Or like the show about the hyneas they said they ate the kids that lost #I used to wonder if they organised it so theyd miss school for a week to fake them being murdered on a game show #At least on some of the shows a hot Scottish guy encourages you to collect rings #And on jungle run they tried to get the kids out #Trapped! #Citv #Raven #Scratch and Sniff

[mistermoonstone]

If you spent your childhood watching CBBCs children adventure gameshow Raven, you're probably a bit too invested in The Traitors right now.

#the traitors uk #bbc #cbbc raven #posts that refer to myself

[bestmothertournament]

#female tournaments #best mother figure #Betty De Ville #rugrats #nickelodeon #Cam lawson #tracy beaker #cbbc #Charlotte #charlotte's web #Charlotte Pickles #Chelsea grayson-daniels #chelsea daniels #raven's home #didi pickles #the duchess the aristocats #the duchesss #the aristocats #Jane Reed #disney #Jill anderson #inside out #Kira watanabe #kira finster #kira watanabe-finster #lucy carmichael #marme march #little women #arthur tv

[arbuthnotblob]

Lance Week 23, Day 6: Ancestor... Outfit Swap, 2?

I'm just saying, there had to be an origin for my love of mentorly figures in cool capes, alright! Only so many guys can wander around a highland-like area testing the moral fibre of children and smiting evil (though admittedly only one gives out the final reward of a family holiday to a single child and nebulously wipes out all the rest...) Anyway my original like, 3 different ideas for this prompt all died a death, so you're going to take this 10 degrees to the right version of me having highlander Lance headcanons, and you're gonna like it!

[Lance Pokemon x CBBC Raven]

#Champion Lance Week 2023 #Lance Week 23 #Champion Lance #Pokemon Lance #Wataru #ABC Work #so help me I am still cooking the angst prompt #CBBC Raven #don't look at me #don't percieve this #this is truly the ultimate representation of me at 10 years old

[ottoline-otter]

cbbc in the early 2000s was genuinely so so good

#i just watched an episode of dani's house and honestly. so funny! #and the fact that like tracy beaker and sarah jane adventures and raven and a bunch of other shows were all airing at the same time. #like maybe i'm biased because that was MY childhood and of course i'm nostalgic! but i really don't think kid's tv has been anywhere near #that level before or since #even more underrated cbbc shows like dead gorgeous and paradise cafe were so dear too me. and lockie leonard and sorry i've got no head and #trapped and m.i.high and ohhh there's too many to even mention! which really says everything

[not-mary-sue]

Claudia is out here stealing our man's look

#raven #cbbc raven #cbbc #the traitors #the traitors uk #cbbc game shows #children's gameshows #children's tv #claudia winkleman

[livixbobbiex]

Yo can we talk about how wild British kids TV was in the 2000s?

Like for example we had this show called Raven.

The basic concept was like summer camp mixed with fantasy larping. A group of kids would compete in a mixture of physical and mental challenges.

And I'm telling you, there was lore. The guy in the photo? That's Raven. And he's tryna defeat this evil warlock or something.

So you had a group of six originally. They all had an amount of 'lives' that could be lost during these challenges. You could gain an extra life by collecting 9 rings over the course of the activities too. At the end of each day, the person with the lowest rings/lives had to complete The Way Of The Warrior.

And dude.

The Way Of The Warrior was tough shit. Like, this show had ten seasons, and only four people ever completed it. It was this crazy obstacle course that if you lost, you were out. Like, the child straight up vaporised. Raven

This was the worst obstacle like 90% of people lost here. The main rule is that you can't touch the floor.

To make matters worse you had these 'demon' monk motherfuckers.

Like they were straight up terrifying sometimes.

Mix this in with Raven in his firm Scottish accent talking about these challenges like there was genuine risk of death. Chilling.

Anyway these series ran over the course of like a month each. There was a final showdown. Never really understood what happened when you won.

But man, I was scared of this show. Like, I thought it was so cool and I wanted to do the challenges, but I genuinely had a fear of never coming home.

And this is a theme in UK kids TV? Like we had another show called Trapped where a mysterious voice lady would bully kids and laugh as they were driven to betraying their team, and then locked away in a tower forever. Like why so much child threat?

Wild shit.

#cbbc #raven #uk #growing up british #british television

[obscurecharactershowdown]

Group D Round 2

[image ID: the first image is of a profile for Silver, stylized as a popup on an old school desktop. she has pale skin, red hair, and red eyes. she's wearing a black bodysuit and silver armor with blue, glowing trim. the text of her profile is partially cut off, but what is visible reads: "Met: Barrens / The Barren's head engineer, a rather morose robot living alone near the mines. It's her duty to oversee operations and maintenance of the world's industrial heart, where metals and resources are pulled from the earth's clutches and rendered into usable goods. / ...at least, that's how things used to be. Since the evacuation, only a few active--" below this text is several small, full body renders of Silver. the second image is of Raven, a Black woman with kinky brown hair fading into a light color, wearing black leather armor with a feathered cloak over her shoulders. she holds a black staff decorated with more feathers and gold bands. end ID]

Silver

Silver is a robot who fucked up because she wasn't properly tamed (In oneshot, taming is the idea that a robot can be taught to act beyond its baseline programming by forming a relationship with someone). She went rogue because of contradictions in her code that she couldn't resolve. Her creator, who based Silver on herself, eventually fixed her, but the damage was done and Silver had to be relocated to a remote mining facility for political reasons.

Raven

You know that thing where a cult series with a white male protagonist gets rebooted but with a black female protagonist instead? Well this is her. I love her. She’s the badass birdwoman shapeshifting warrior you’ve been dreaming of. She’s just so determined and compassionate and resourceful, even in the face of fighting a never-ending battle, against an enemy that won’t. Stay. Dead. She’s my favourite of all time and deserved like five more series and at least one spin off [additional propaganda 1] [additional propaganda 2]

#obscurecharactershowdown #group d round 2 #obscure poll #silver oneshot #oneshot #raven cbbc

[becrystalamazed]

Happy Pride!!

#Both Ravens would definitely be queer allies. Isn’t choosing a new name for yourself literally a key part of the show? #cbbc raven #raven cbbc #progress pride flag #pride #Twil picks up a pencil

[fandomlife-confessions]

#Cbbc raven #fandom life confessions

[theshapeshifter100]

W+R Lowf and Wolf Part 3

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It had been a full cycle of the moon by now. Wolf had calmed down, in a way. She still had a lot of energy that needed to be curbed, and her head would always jerk to some sound he couldn’t hear. At least she would sit still when he wanted her to. Sometimes. A step up from ‘occasionally’.

Despite his best efforts, word of what Wolf was and what she could do had gotten around. Almost embarrassingly quickly, if he was honest. Not much had come of it, other than a few more stares and whispers. Hopefully that would be as far as it went.

Night was falling, and he was resting in his sleeping spot, Wolf curled up on his chest. She had managed to say that she liked the sound of his heartbeat, which had nearly made him melt from cuteness and embarrassment.

Faint howls filtered through, and Wolf’s head shot up. She listened for a moment, then she leapt off of Lowf’s chest, shifting mid jump and tumbling slightly as she adjusted to four paws. Once on her feet, she bolted for the door.

“Wolf?” Lowf got up as Wolf nudged the door open and disappeared out. “Wolf!?”

He charged for the door and flung it open. It was a cloudy night, and his eyes were adjusted to the low light coming from the hearth. He could barely see a thing.

“Wolf?!” he called out, trying to find his torches and strike flint. The torch spluttered into life and flared, although its light didn’t go far. Still, he held it high and cast around.

Wolf was long gone, but he found her tracks, light as they were. They spoke of a young pup, ambling excitedly into the woods.

Lowf was comfortable in the Whispering Forest, confident in the daylight. Nighttime? It could be done, but the risk of him breaking something shot through the roof.

Still, he hovered, strongly considering it. He could track her, but would he ever catch up? The longer he waited, the less likely that seemed.

With few options left, he howled.

There was an answer, the wobbly, squeaky, pup howl he recognised as Wolf’s, and a bunch of other howls joined in. He howled again, and the howls came back.

Was this a goodbye? He found himself hoping not. Despite the fact that she had been dropped into his life with no warning or preparation, he found he enjoyed the little wild thing’s company.

He planted the torch into the ground, letting it continue to burn, and making sure the falling cinders didn’t set the grass alight. He sat by the side of hut, and stared out into the dark.

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He hadn’t noticed when he fell asleep, but he woke up to something trying to climb onto him.

He opened his eyes with a groan, grey, pre-dawn light showing him that the torch had long since burned out. He was slumped against the wall of his hut, neck at an angle that was definitely going to hurt if he moved it.

Still, he looked down, wincing slightly, and saw that a familiar looking wolf pup was trying to climb on him.

“…Wolf?”

She gave a high pitched chuff of acknowledgement before succeeding in climbing up to his chest. She then curled up as best she could on the angled surface.

“You came back.”

Wolf yapped quietly before yawning widely and snuggling in.

Lowf let out a low chuckle, and scratched the top of her head with two fingers. Her tail began to patter against his ribs until sleep took her.

He looked at his small charge, and smiled fondly before resting his head back against the wall. The sun was not up yet, he could sleep more.

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Another moon cycle had gone by, and he had managed to brush Wolf’s hair. Once. Trying to encourage human habits was like pulling teeth.

Still, as the moon went up, Lowf wondered if she would go out again.

“Wolf?” he still didn’t know how much she knew, but her grasp on human language was getting strong. “Will you go with the wolves tonight?”

“Think so,” she turned over a small toy Lowf had crafted in her hands, before sending the small wooden hoop spinning across the floor, rattling in a satisfying way.

“They will call for you?”

“Aye.” Wolf sent the hoop spinning again. “Might want to see you.”

Lowf froze. “They want to see me?”

Wolf growled slightly, word not coming to her. “Protective. They are protective.”

“They want to test me?”

“Maybe.”

Lowf suppressed a nervous laugh. A test from a wolf? What would that entail? Wolf seemed calm about it, but what Wolf was calm about wasn’t always a good indicator.

Night fell, and the howls filtered through. Wolf bounded towards the door as she did last time, but waited for Lowf to get up and follow before disappearing through it.

Lowf took a deep breath before he left the hut. The sky was clearer tonight, so he could easily pick out the wolves who stepped out of the treeline, and who Wolf bounded towards.

Lowf froze before he got too close, watching the wolves greet Wolf with sniffs and muzzle licks. They then all reacted to something he couldn’t hear, and stepped aside.

Another wolf, walking slowly, made their way through the assembled pack. There was a limp to them, one eye looked milky and the muzzle grey in a way that didn’t match the rest of the face.

Still, there was clear respect as the assembled wolves licked their muzzle as they walked by. The old wolf reached the front of the pack and looked right at Lowf.

A shiver of fear went down his spine and he glanced at Wolf. The roles were reversed, he was looking to her on how to behave.

She seemed to realise this too, and obviously lowered herself a bit, eyes a bit to the side.

Lowf tried to copy, lowering himself to the wolf’s level, not making eye contact. Every instinct was telling him to move, to get out of there. This was an entire pack of wolves, best to leave them alone, and they’ll leave you alone.

The old wolf growled a little, and looked at Wolf. Wolf scampered over to Lowf, and turned human.

“Come to her. Legs do not work as good.”

“I understand,” everything was telling him that this was the worst idea possible. But he trusted Wolf.

Keeping low, he made his way towards the old wolf. Wolf was next to him as a human, maybe she was suddenly very aware that he didn’t understand?

“Stop,” she said, and he did. There was still a good two metres between him and the old wolf. Wolf changed to pup and stood between the two groups, ears and eyes flicking between the two.

The old wolf made her way over, and stopped so close that if he leaned forward, his nose could touch hers. Lowf still dared not make eye contact, and tried to control his breathing. He desperately wanted to run.

The old wolf chuffed and sniffed, close enough to ruffle his hair with her breath. She briefly looked away and chuffed at Wolf, who responded with a whine. The old wolf then stepped back and sat down.

Lowf felt like he could breathe again, then the old wolf lifted her head back and howled.

The rest of the pack joined in, and Wolf nudged him before she tilted her head back to howl too.

Lowf kneeled, cupped his hands to his mouth and joined in. His howls got lost in the more powerful howls of the wolves, yet he didn’t feel the need to stop. The howls blended together like a choir, those who needed to breathe fading out while the others carried on, before joining back in again.

Eventually the howls faded, and Lowf looked back at the wolves. They were all sniffing and licking each other, which all stopped as the old wolf stood up, and made her way back into the forest.

The rest of the pack began to follow, and Wolf paused, one paw off the ground and head tilted. She turned back to where Lowf was kneeling, darted over and up to lick his face before bounding into the trees.

Lowf let out a long breath, but given that he was still here, he assumed he’d passed this test the old wolf had been attempting. He tried to stand, but his legs nearly gave out from underneath him, knees trembling.

Oh.

He managed to reach the side of his hut, half stumbling, half crawling, and slumped against the wall. Seemed like he would be sleeping outside again. He could live with that.

He woke up again to Wolf clambering onto his chest at dawn, and he simply smiled warmly before going back to sleep.

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Later that day, when Lowf had mostly recovered and Wolf was knocking the hoop between her hands across the floor, Lowf had to ask.

“Did I pass?”

“…Mostly,” Wolf responded. “Told her you did not know how to talk, so she was more…” Wolf growled as the word failed to come to her.

“Lenient? Forgiving?”

“…Understand…able?”

“Understanding.”

“Understanding,” Wolf nodded.

“Who is she, to you?”

“She is…” Wolf growled again. “You but girl.”

Lowf took a minute to work out what she meant.

“…She is your mother?”

“Aye.”

Lowf sat down heavily, stunned. “I met your mother?”

Wolf tilted her head, then scowled, growling. “Words!”

“Take your time,” the words were out automatically.

“She… found me. Did not…” words failed Wolf again and she growled in frustration.

“She did not give birth to you?”

“Birth?”

Lowf felt a sudden sense of dread. He was not prepared for this conversation! Especially when she didn’t have the vocabulary!

“Um, she is not your blood mother. You do not share blood. Like you and I do not share blood, but I look after you.”

Wolf nodded slowly, seeming to understand. “Aye. Not same blood, but looked after me.”

“Do you know who your blood mother is?”

Wolf shook her head. “Should I?”

“You do not have to. If you do not know, then it does not matter.”

Wolf nodded, accepting that answer.

“How long did she look after you?”

Wolf shrugged. “Long time. Always.”

“We have gone over numbers, can you work it out?”

Wolf frowned, and tapped her fingernails against the wood floor. “Wolves do not count. Just ‘one’ ‘few’ ‘many’.”

“But you can count. Do you remember?”

Wolf growled, trying to get the numbers to work and counting off her fingers. “…Four? Five? Do not know.”

“Four or five years?”

Wolf shrugged again, and went back to knocking the hoop back and forth.

Lowf at least recognised when a conversation was over, and managed to stand up, after that revelation. He was glad she didn’t tell him that last night, otherwise he would not have handled the pressure well. Caretaker to caretaker, how much was she judging him now?

His gaze went to Wolf, still batting the hoop across the floor. Hopefully, she thought he was doing a halfway good job.

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I realise that Wolf's explanation of how wolves count is a little bit of a retcon, but it can explained away. Her full wolf name is 'The One Who Walks on Few Legs and Many Legs', which is a bit of a mouthful for human language. 'The One Who Walks on Two and Four' is easier and close enough.

Lowf passed the vibe check! I don't know if I ever actually explained why Wolf got left with Lowf. She was initially raised by wolves, but once they started to realise that she wasn't ageing at the same rate (she aged at a human rate) the wolves realised that she couldn't really stay. Wolf's mother selected Lowf on account of his closeness to the forest, and was moderately pleased that it hadn't been a terrible decision.

And now, it is time for me to vanish into the ether once again. When will I post again? Even I don't know.

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