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Import link and name (including ID) of Tokota: Sika 24278
Chosen soul animal: Raven
Prompt (copy-pasted from this journal):
4. Your tokota is out in the deep wilderness and comes across some sort of machine, mechanism or ominous man-made structure. What it is and how it works is a mystery that your tokota must puzzle out.
+10 for somehow including a depiction of your tokota's soul animal, full body (50%) or worked into the scenery/theme.
+10 for accurate setting. (Verinant Valley)
+10 for a short story of at least 500 words.
Link to HP confirmation: Dom HP Conformation
Previous tasks:
1. You are here
2. TBA
3. TBA

“Are you sure that you know where you’re going?” Rama asked as he carefully made his way through the water that covered the bottom of the cave system that led to Verinant Valley.
“Of course I do!” Sika exclaimed, tail held high as he pranced through the water. “Do you really have that little faith in me?”
Rama warily eyed the stalagmites and stalactites in the cave as he spoke, “Well I’m not exactly a fan of getting lost in here.” The slate roan had heard the stories of the human and tokotas that lost their way in these very caves and were never heard from again. “You’ve never been in here before, how are you so sure that you can find the way out? And what exactly are we going to the Valley for again?”
But the darker males concerns fell on deaf ears as Sika charged ahead, “Relax Rama, Orion told me the way to get through here.” The brown curly turned to face the slate roan before sitting down and placing his front paw on his chest, “Besides even if I didn’t know precisely where we are, I have excellent navigation skills. I wouldn’t even need to ask Orion, I just did to ease your mind.” Sika reached out with his paw and booped Rama on the nose as he spoke about easing the slate roan’s mind, leaving a wet spot on the bridge of his friend’s nose. “You really do worry about things too much Buddy.”
“And you don’t worry at all.” Rama replied as he shook the freezing cold water from his face. “You didn’t answer my question about what we’re doing out here.”

Sika leapt up and began excitedly wagging his tail, throwing water everywhere. “I want to find a machine!” he shouted, his voice echoing throughout the cave. Rama barely had enough time to close his eyes before the water droplets from Sika’s tail pelted him in the face.
“Orion said that he found this weird green machine that he didn’t recognise and I want to see it.” The curly plopped his rear back in the water and placed both of his front paws on the side of his head. “I’m going to use my intellect and giant brain to figure out what it is and shove it in Orion’s face.”
“Alright, we’ll go find this mysterious green machine. Just don’t sit in the water, it’s freezing and you’re going to get sick.” Rama replied, concern evident in his voice.
Sika laughed, “You sound like your mom.”
“Well it’s the middle of winter and you’re soaked, I think that’s a valid concern.” the slate roan retorted a little more defensively than he intended.
“Ok Worry Wart, let’s get this show on the road.” the curly said as he stood up and continued down the path.
Rama let out a sigh of relief as they exited the cave system.
“See I told you that you needed to have more faith in me.” Sika said.
Rama chuckled, “That’s fair. Where to now?”
“Orion said that it was near a barn.” Sika explained as he looked around. It didn’t take long for the curly to spot said barn and the two made their way towards it.
“There it is!” Sika cried out before running toward the object in question.
“Sika, wait!” the slate roan called out before taking off after the curly wolverine.
“Whoa… This is so cool!” Sika exclaimed as he circled the strange contraption. It was taller than the curly, with four wheels, a seat and strange circle in front of said seat. “I think this might be one of those cars that some humans ride around in.” the curly thought out loud as Rama caught up to him.
“It’s not a car, it’s a tractor.” Rama corrected as he too approached the machine.
“How do you know?” the curly asked, clearly skeptical of Rama’s claim.
“I saw one in a book.”
“But you can’t read, so you can’t know for certain that this thing is a tractor!” Sika was clearly annoyed as this point.
“I can’t but Owen can. When I was a pup he used to read me little picture books for children. One of them was about a farm and it had one of these machines in it and the book called it a tractor.” Rama responded in a calm voice.
Sika turned to the slate roan with a confused look, “Why did Owen read you books?”
Rama shrugged, “I don’t know, maybe he was bored. I liked looking at them though, it’s interesting to see the things that humans decide to write about and what they decide to teach their kids.”
The curly let out a snort, clearly upset that he hadn’t been the one to figure out what the object before them was. Then an idea came to him and a mischievous smile spread across his face.
“Well I might not have been the one who figured out what it is, but I will be the one who figures out how it works.” the curly stated as he climbed into the seat of the tractor.
“Oh no, it doesn’t belong to us! You can’t just go around messing with other people’s things!” Rama interjected. But it was too late, the curly had already squeezed himself in the driver’s seat and began messing with the steering wheel.
“Of course I can, I do it all the time.” Sika replied as he studied the various pedals and levers on the tractor.
“That doesn’t make it right!”
Then something caught the curly’s eye, a key just under the steering wheel. He had seen his handler use keys to open doors, maybe this worked the same way. Gripping the key between his paw pads Sika turned the key like he had seen his handler do so many times. The engine roared to life, startling both tokota’s and causing Rama to jump back away from the tractor.
“Yes! I did it!” Sika cried triumphantly, “Now how do you get it to move?”
“No, No, NO!” the slate roan yelled over the loud engine as he slowly approached the tractor once again. “You figured out how to turn in on, that’s enough. Turn that thing off and let’s go home before you get us in trouble!”
But the curly ignored the slate roan as he pushed on the pedals below his feet. One of the pedals cause the engine to rev, but the tractor stayed in place. He muttered to himself as he tried to figure out why he wasn’t going anywhere. “Maybe this stick thing has something to do with it.” Sika placed his paw on the lever and began moving down the line that it was attached to, pushing the gas pedal as he moved it. He noticed that there were letters along the line that it moved and wondered what they meant.
“Please Sika, you’re going to break it and then we are going to be in so much trouble. Mom will kill me if she finds out.”
“I’m not going to break it Ra-” Sika didn’t get to finish his sentence as he managed to put it in drive and the tractor took off. “Yeah this is AWESOME!” he yelled as he drove the tractor while trying to figure out how the steering wheel worked. Rama raced after him while pleading with him once again to turn the machine off. But Sika’s little joy ride didn’t last long as the tractor went into the nearby river, causing the engine to stall.
“Ah man, it’s over already?” Sika groaned as he wiggled out of the driver’s seat.
“Is that what you’re worried about?!” Rama asked as he studied the broken tractor. “What did I tell you! You broke it! Now what are we going to do?”
Sika shrugged in response, “What do you want me to do about it?”
“I want you to help me figure out a way to get this thing back where you got it.” Rama said desperately as he tried to think of ways to pull the tractor from it’s watery death.
“I don’t think that’s going to happen, I can’t exactly just put it back.” Sika responded nonchalantly, not interested at the problem at hand. “But did you see me Rama? I did it, I actually got it to work!” he said with a huge smile and look of pride on his face.
“Who’s there?” a voice called out in the distance, causing both tokotas to turn in the direction of the voice. In the distance they could see a figure approaching them rapidly.

“Welp, looks like it’s time to bail.” the curly said as he took off toward the entrance of the valley.
“Wait! We have to help them fix what you broke.” Rama called out after him. The slate roan stood by the tractor, torn between staying and taking responsibility for this mess or following Sika. In the end he chose the later since Sika was the only one who knew how to get through the cave system. He let out a long sigh, “Mom and Dad are going to be so disappointed.” He gave one last look at the tractor before turning and running toward the cave system that he really didn’t want to have to travel through again.

Description

Import link and name (including ID) of Tokota: Sika 24278
Chosen soul animal: Raven
Prompt (copy-pasted from this journal):
4. Your tokota is out in the deep wilderness and comes across some sort of machine, mechanism or ominous man-made structure. What it is and how it works is a mystery that your tokota must puzzle out.
+10 for somehow including a depiction of your tokota's soul animal, full body (50%) or worked into the scenery/theme.
+10 for accurate setting. (Verinant Valley)
+10 for a short story of at least 500 words.
Link to HP confirmation: Dom HP Conformation
Previous tasks:
1. You are here
2. TBA
3. TBA

“Are you sure that you know where you’re going?” Rama asked as he carefully made his way through the water that covered the bottom of the cave system that led to Verinant Valley.
“Of course I do!” Sika exclaimed, tail held high as he pranced through the water. “Do you really have that little faith in me?”
Rama warily eyed the stalagmites and stalactites in the cave as he spoke, “Well I’m not exactly a fan of getting lost in here.” The slate roan had heard the stories of the human and tokotas that lost their way in these very caves and were never heard from again. “You’ve never been in here before, how are you so sure that you can find the way out? And what exactly are we going to the Valley for again?”
But the darker males concerns fell on deaf ears as Sika charged ahead, “Relax Rama, Orion told me the way to get through here.” The brown curly turned to face the slate roan before sitting down and placing his front paw on his chest, “Besides even if I didn’t know precisely where we are, I have excellent navigation skills. I wouldn’t even need to ask Orion, I just did to ease your mind.” Sika reached out with his paw and booped Rama on the nose as he spoke about easing the slate roan’s mind, leaving a wet spot on the bridge of his friend’s nose. “You really do worry about things too much Buddy.”
“And you don’t worry at all.” Rama replied as he shook the freezing cold water from his face. “You didn’t answer my question about what we’re doing out here.”

Sika leapt up and began excitedly wagging his tail, throwing water everywhere. “I want to find a machine!” he shouted, his voice echoing throughout the cave. Rama barely had enough time to close his eyes before the water droplets from Sika’s tail pelted him in the face.
“Orion said that he found this weird green machine that he didn’t recognise and I want to see it.” The curly plopped his rear back in the water and placed both of his front paws on the side of his head. “I’m going to use my intellect and giant brain to figure out what it is and shove it in Orion’s face.”
“Alright, we’ll go find this mysterious green machine. Just don’t sit in the water, it’s freezing and you’re going to get sick.” Rama replied, concern evident in his voice.
Sika laughed, “You sound like your mom.”
“Well it’s the middle of winter and you’re soaked, I think that’s a valid concern.” the slate roan retorted a little more defensively than he intended.
“Ok Worry Wart, let’s get this show on the road.” the curly said as he stood up and continued down the path.
Rama let out a sigh of relief as they exited the cave system.
“See I told you that you needed to have more faith in me.” Sika said.
Rama chuckled, “That’s fair. Where to now?”
“Orion said that it was near a barn.” Sika explained as he looked around. It didn’t take long for the curly to spot said barn and the two made their way towards it.
“There it is!” Sika cried out before running toward the object in question.
“Sika, wait!” the slate roan called out before taking off after the curly wolverine.
“Whoa… This is so cool!” Sika exclaimed as he circled the strange contraption. It was taller than the curly, with four wheels, a seat and strange circle in front of said seat. “I think this might be one of those cars that some humans ride around in.” the curly thought out loud as Rama caught up to him.
“It’s not a car, it’s a tractor.” Rama corrected as he too approached the machine.
“How do you know?” the curly asked, clearly skeptical of Rama’s claim.
“I saw one in a book.”
“But you can’t read, so you can’t know for certain that this thing is a tractor!” Sika was clearly annoyed as this point.
“I can’t but Owen can. When I was a pup he used to read me little picture books for children. One of them was about a farm and it had one of these machines in it and the book called it a tractor.” Rama responded in a calm voice.
Sika turned to the slate roan with a confused look, “Why did Owen read you books?”
Rama shrugged, “I don’t know, maybe he was bored. I liked looking at them though, it’s interesting to see the things that humans decide to write about and what they decide to teach their kids.”
The curly let out a snort, clearly upset that he hadn’t been the one to figure out what the object before them was. Then an idea came to him and a mischievous smile spread across his face.
“Well I might not have been the one who figured out what it is, but I will be the one who figures out how it works.” the curly stated as he climbed into the seat of the tractor.
“Oh no, it doesn’t belong to us! You can’t just go around messing with other people’s things!” Rama interjected. But it was too late, the curly had already squeezed himself in the driver’s seat and began messing with the steering wheel.
“Of course I can, I do it all the time.” Sika replied as he studied the various pedals and levers on the tractor.
“That doesn’t make it right!”
Then something caught the curly’s eye, a key just under the steering wheel. He had seen his handler use keys to open doors, maybe this worked the same way. Gripping the key between his paw pads Sika turned the key like he had seen his handler do so many times. The engine roared to life, startling both tokota’s and causing Rama to jump back away from the tractor.
“Yes! I did it!” Sika cried triumphantly, “Now how do you get it to move?”
“No, No, NO!” the slate roan yelled over the loud engine as he slowly approached the tractor once again. “You figured out how to turn in on, that’s enough. Turn that thing off and let’s go home before you get us in trouble!”
But the curly ignored the slate roan as he pushed on the pedals below his feet. One of the pedals cause the engine to rev, but the tractor stayed in place. He muttered to himself as he tried to figure out why he wasn’t going anywhere. “Maybe this stick thing has something to do with it.” Sika placed his paw on the lever and began moving down the line that it was attached to, pushing the gas pedal as he moved it. He noticed that there were letters along the line that it moved and wondered what they meant.
“Please Sika, you’re going to break it and then we are going to be in so much trouble. Mom will kill me if she finds out.”
“I’m not going to break it Ra-” Sika didn’t get to finish his sentence as he managed to put it in drive and the tractor took off. “Yeah this is AWESOME!” he yelled as he drove the tractor while trying to figure out how the steering wheel worked. Rama raced after him while pleading with him once again to turn the machine off. But Sika’s little joy ride didn’t last long as the tractor went into the nearby river, causing the engine to stall.
“Ah man, it’s over already?” Sika groaned as he wiggled out of the driver’s seat.
“Is that what you’re worried about?!” Rama asked as he studied the broken tractor. “What did I tell you! You broke it! Now what are we going to do?”
Sika shrugged in response, “What do you want me to do about it?”
“I want you to help me figure out a way to get this thing back where you got it.” Rama said desperately as he tried to think of ways to pull the tractor from it’s watery death.
“I don’t think that’s going to happen, I can’t exactly just put it back.” Sika responded nonchalantly, not interested at the problem at hand. “But did you see me Rama? I did it, I actually got it to work!” he said with a huge smile and look of pride on his face.
“Who’s there?” a voice called out in the distance, causing both tokotas to turn in the direction of the voice. In the distance they could see a figure approaching them rapidly.

“Welp, looks like it’s time to bail.” the curly said as he took off toward the entrance of the valley.
“Wait! We have to help them fix what you broke.” Rama called out after him. The slate roan stood by the tractor, torn between staying and taking responsibility for this mess or following Sika. In the end he chose the later since Sika was the only one who knew how to get through the cave system. He let out a long sigh, “Mom and Dad are going to be so disappointed.” He gave one last look at the tractor before turning and running toward the cave system that he really didn’t want to have to travel through again.