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Mako turned the long, slender piece of wood over in his hands, inspecting the surface. This was the start to what he believed would be a big boost to his own power. A weapon to harness magical energy. His brothers always told him how weapons were an extension of your body, and some of the people in the Aurum tribe echoed that sentiment. Why should this be any different?

The otter had gotten his hands on a nice, sycamore staff to start carving and working on. Whenever he cast a spell, he focused on some of the images of his intention in his mind. If he carved those ideas down on the staff, or symbols and words, then maybe he could bring up his will quicker.

For several hours the otter hid out at the top of the cliff, carving into the staff while focusing on his spell. He carved the words, drew small symbols of fire, and even a vague representation of himself with his brothers. To finish it off he drew a new symbol on the side specifically with the spell in mind. It was late at night now, and he'd spend all day working on this project of his and was eager to test out his theory.

The otter carried his staff off to a small, remote spot that he'd often practice on his own. There was a large, dead tree made of some of the hardest wood they'd come across. There were scorch marks along the base of its thick trunk from where the otter had hit it a few times, but nothing had left so much as a crack in its surface.

Mako took his pack off and put it to the side, taking his staff in both hands and squaring off against the tree. He focused his will, holding his staff in both paws and extended the rune-etched tip towards the tree, shouting, "Fumal!"

Fire burst from the tip of the staff and struck the base of the tree with such force that a crack formed across the base and the surrounding dirt was scorched as the spell struck. Mako stared blankly at the tree before shoving both paws into the air, holding his staff high. He screamed happily and then brought the staff back down, shouting out his spell again, putting more effort behind it. Once more a large ball of fire struck out against the tree and the crack widened.

The otter could feel the usual drain on his energy, but it was lesser somehow, as if not taking as much of his focus. He swung the staff across his body in an arc, this time, focusing his will and power in a different manner as he shouted once more. This time, instead of a ball, a flat disc of fire hurdled towards the tree and struck along the crack. There was much less power behind this improvised spell, though, and it dissipated harmlessly, but the otter had been able to change his spell's shape without much effort.

This was just the proof of concept he needed and he dug into his bag, pulling out smaller, oak sticks and some of his knives to begin work. It might have been late, but he was far too excited to get any sleep now.

Osso pushed aside the flap to Mako's tent, poking his head inside. "Mako?" he asked, stepping in and frowning. The otter had been gone all day, and it was well past the time most people had gone to sleep.

Kasim's head poked through the flap to look towards the bat. "Not here, either?" he asked, looking equally worried.

"No. No one has seen him for quite a few hours... do you think he's okay?" Osso asked, stepping out of the tent and folding his arms over his chest, flexing the fingers of his bandaged arm.

"Probably. How much trouble could he get into around here? Maybe he found someone to hook up with, who knows," the wild dog said, putting a paw on the bat's shoulder to try and ease his mind.

Osso just shrugged and took a few steps towards their tent. "I don't know. Maybe. Would be nice if he did, though. He doesn't socialize much with anyone besides us and Tarn,"

Kasim nodded and put an arm over the bat's shoulder, walking towards the dwindling campfire outside their tent. "Well, it's not exactly easy. We've all known each other for a lot long than they've known us. It might be intimidating. Besides, I think Mako is still infatuated with someone else right now,"

Osso's large ears perked up and he looked to the canine. "Oh? Who?" he asked.

Kasim smiled and shook his head, kissing the bat's forehead. "Don't worry about it. It's not my place," he said.

"Mmm, fair enough," Osso said, tilting his head back and kissing Kasim's neck. "Think we should just turn in, then?" he asked.

The dog growled softly and tilted his head aside to give the bat more access. "Mmm, I think that's a good idea,"

Osso gave a quick nip to the exposed neck and huffed softly. "I'm all injured and helpless, too," he said, stifling a giggle.

Kasim barked out a laugh and began dragging the bat towards their tent. "Oh really now? Well, it'd be a shame if someone took advantage of you," he teased.

Clothes were tugged off as soon as they'd stepped into their tent and the bat was pushed backwards onto the large bedroll, sprawling out. His cock lay across his stomach, already hard from anticipation as the painted dog knelt down between his legs. Kasim rubbed along Osso's thighs, growling softly as he looked over the black body beneath him. His tapered shaft was dripping onto the roll beneath them, but it was of little concern now.

The dog lifted the bat's legs and pressed his muzzle down beneath the full sac and began lapping at the familiar passage, dipping his tongue inside a few times to get the bat loosened up.

Osso's head rolled to one side and both his paws grasped at the roll he lay on. Part of him wished for a bit more foreplay, but he could tell the dog was too riled up after they'd been so busy the past few days. The attention was nice, and needed, and he whimpered pitifully when the dog's tongue slid from him. It was quickly replaced by the tip of the dog's shaft, and it slid inside him with little effort.

Kasim groaned and let his head fall down, paws guiding the bat's legs around his waist. With Osso's legs held up he put both his paws on the roll and started thrusting into the bat. A large distant stroke of thunder startled them, but it was quickly pushed from their minds.

Mako practically howled in triumph. In one paw he gripped a short, wooden stick that he'd spend the past couple hours carving and pouring his will into it. New words and symbols were carved onto this rod, and the otter had struggled for nearly thirty minutes to focus and use his will with the new instrument, but it worked.

"Finzari!" he cried out again, pointing the rod at the tree. Bright, charged energy, not unlike lightning, shot forth and struck the base of the tree. It was weaker than anything he'd cast in a while, but nothing could have made him happier right now. He'd managed to cast another spell, and found what he hoped would be the basis for more to come.

"Finazari!" the otter shouted, swinging the rod at the tree and unleashing another bolt of energy. The drain on his energy was catching up to him, though, and as he put more power behind his words, he felt the strain washing over him. "Fin.." he started to say, paw shaking, "Zari..." he trailed off, eyes rolling towards the back of his head as he fell to his knees. The drain on his energy from focusing on the wand, imagining the spell, and creating something new so fast, as well as using it so recklessly in his haste had hit him all at once and he blacked out, nearly a mile from the camp.

The otter jerked awake when a drop of water hit him on the nose. It was cold and wet and brought him out of his sleep. What time it was, he couldn't tell, but it looked like early morning. Clouds covered the sky and a thick fog settled in the valley, clinging to everything and making it hard to see. Mako was shivering and his body ached from laying on the ground all night. He sneezed and his body wracked with pain; he had to get back to camp.

Osso stretched and yawned as he stepped from the tent, feeling the damp earth beneath his paws. "Mmm, that's some thick fog..." he muttered, looking back to Kasim as the dog climbed from the tent.

"Oof, yeah. Thicker than we normally get here. Bit chilly for morning, too," he said.

The bat nodded and walked over to Mako's tent and pushed the flap aside. "Mako?" His heart dropped out when he saw it was still empty and he started to worry in earnest now. "Kasim he's still gone,"

The dog frowned and looked around, clicking his tongue. "It's... possible he was up before us. Let's get some breakfast and ask if anyone's seen him. Hell, he could have slept elsewhere."

Osso wasn't convinced, but there wasn't much he could do but agree. "If they haven't seen him, we'll have to search away from camp. I don't like this,"

"Me either," Kasim muttered to himself, doubting his own suggestions as he tried to console his partner.

Mako's arms hugged himself close and his teeth chattered from the cool morning air; body wet from the morning dew and chilled from the gentle breeze. He could hardly see anything and had to trust to hope that he was heading in the right direction. He could hear people's voices ahead in the fog and his mood picked up hopefully. "H-hey! Help! Please," he called, hobbling towards the voices, hoping they'd take him back to camp, or be able to warm him up.

The voices stopped and for a moment the otter was afraid that he'd imagined it, or hobbled the wrong way and they hadn't heard him. The tall grass behind him rustled and he whipped around to see who was there only to see a large, bulky tiger right in front of him; this wasn't anyone he recognized from the Aurum Tribe. Mako gasped and took a step backwards, two powerful arms grabbing him from behind and holding him in place, one clamped down over his muzzle to keep him quiet.

The tiger in front of him stepped forward, leaning down to put his face close to Mako's. "I'm not going to hurt you if you cooperate," he said calmly, staring Mako right in the eyes.

The otter's eyes watered with fear and his mind raced with all his options; was this someone from the attacking tribe? Or the retreating tribe? He just nodded as best he could in the other person's grip, keeping his eyes on the tiger's.

"Good," the tiger said, looking up at the captor and nodding his head. Mako's muzzle was uncovered and the tiger straightened up, brushing his paws down over his bare chest. "Now. Who are you, and where did you come from?"