#d20 tracker

jack you can send me 100 prompts it’s super Chill also when i say i rolled (11) tracker and (20) jawbone the dice gods are real Wheels rustled over the rocky dirt path, jolting the truck and its passengers along the back roads just beyond Bastion city, the tree-lined roads barely large enough for the zoo’s transport vehicles. Jawbone’s clawed hands gripped the wheel tight as he glanced up at the rolling grey sky overhead brimming with the warning-song of rain and storms. For the betterment and peace of everyone involved he hoped to whichever heaven was listening they held off their downpour a while longer. The radio flickered in and out among different voices and channels the further they got from civilization, and his eyes locked in the rear view mirror to Tracker in the back seat through the rumbling static. Curled up, seat belt digging into her side, pressed against the interior of the transport truck and fully asleep after denying many times she was even tired.

A clawed hand touched the volume knob on the dash turning the radio off entirely.

With the vehicle in silence the noises of the truck rumbling along took precedence alongside what birds and wildlife calls dared to be heard before the oncoming storm, shouting into the wind before the rain.

She was thirteen.

“Uncle Jawbone,” Her voice was quiet, strained under the pretense of tears. “I think they’re mad at me, and the full moon’s coming up. I’m at the bus stop.” Whatever dam built up her defenses was long gone now as she cried into the phone.

“I don’t wanna be here anymore.”

“Hang tight, kiddo.”

Jawbone was thankful that the zoo had their own people to deal with the legality side of rescues, mostly for his own sake in the unbridled rage that welled up when he got on site for pickup. Luckily, the live traps had worked as he entered the clearing, the dilapidated cabin to his left as he carefully approached the family of dire wolves, marks of freshly removed chains around their necks, shivering with fear. He knew very well the dangers of his jobs, strained, emotionally distraught animals who for the most part wouldn’t be viable for release given the conditions they had grown up in, but the humanity in their eyes was far more than the people who did this. The tan canvas material of his zookeeper uniform, alongside his protective wear was tight around his fur as he crouched near the cage of the mother, back to the cage at first as she growled protectively.

Nearby, Tracker stood leaning on the trees, wholeheartedly feigning disinterest as she eagerly watched her uncle work. Jawbone knew how to talk to everyone, no matter what language they spoke. He used food, let her smell him, moved centimetres at a time achingly slow but just as quick as he needed to. She remembered the bus stop before he dropped everything and hung up the phone.

“Everything is going to be okay.”

Okay was not what she thought. Maybe after a couple weeks with her uncle they would come to their senses she thought as she silently climbed into the passenger seat of his car hugging her backpack. He didn’t pester her, just drove.

The mother growled a while longer, even as the rain started in a gentle drizzle. Jawbone didn’t give up, just breathed slow understanding every movement. He felt Tracker’s eyes on him but allowed the pressure to dissipate, renewing his sense of pride as the rain began to beat down in a heavy pour.

Six months ago he was a single zookeeper for the rescue division of the Bastion City Zoo, no partner, no children, no purpose but gaining the trust of the animals in front of him, lost but hoping.

Neither spoke on the ride home from the bus stop. Two weeks later he made the drive to his brother’s house alone, the rest of her things in boxes on the porch.

He left without a brother.

The wolf sniffed his hand, and he gave her another peace of meat. She licked his fingers gratefully, only nibbling a little. Rain beating along their backs, Jawbone carefully picked up the crate with her and her pups, Tracker enthralled. He smiled at her as he approached, zookeeper uniform and tank top soaked through with the storm only worsening, neither cared with the wolves safely acquired.

By the time they loaded them securely into the back of the transport, the rain began to hurt, and Tracker couldn’t take her eyes off of the wolves, comfortable and on their way to a safe new home, drifting soundly off to sleep.

Jawbone closed the doors of the transport vehicle. “Alright kiddo, ready to-”

Arms wrapped around Jawbone’s middle as Tracker wrapped in him a hug, tears mixed with rain.

“Thank you.”

“You’ve always got me, kiddo.” 

The continuing adventures of the bad kids + some significant others + one aelwyn

Like, specifically what do I think she's uncertain about or is this drabble prompts? I think esp with the side characters theres a lot to fill in as far as motives and background! We don't know everything about them and that's exciting!! So as far as tracker i think that

She hates going out in the rain because it makes her get that wet dog smell. (so thunderstorms make her uneasy)

She likes gold things because of the natural warmth and opposite feel of silver. Chrome colors make her uneasy. She likes to wear gold jewelry

She likes large crowds and loud, fast music. Too much quiet makes her restless

Her favorite time of day is twilight, her goddess's domain is approaching, the moon comforts and brightens her, and the night conceals her. Tracker is definitely not a morning person.

I hope you liked it! Please let me know if this was more a drabble prompt ask. I'll do other stuff for it!