3 Points OOC: <3
Shawchert was heading out to the borders today, not for the sake of making sure that things were fine there, but he wanted to add to what they had started their first day. Then he would probably just find his way around as a small patrol, though so far there had yet to be any intruders, he wasn’t willing to risk much of anything. He’d found the tree and boulder where they’d first set foot on their new home, he’d found an old tube of paint in a store that had been in the village they dubbed Thornbury. He’d found three colors that were still usable, all oil paints, though hard to dry it was also hard to come off when it did dry. He thought that it would be perfect to add a little color to the scene. The paints he had were blue green and yellow, and he was able to mix them up well enough to make a few interesting colors to smear on the rock. He was in no way an artist with paint, he was more of a musician and carver as one could tell from the border he’d made around the name of the pack itself. It didn’t take long to do what he did, he just felt that color would be nice and he’d found the paints. They were small tubes though so they didn’t have much and what he put on was not a depiction of a scene, but something random.
Once he’d finished, he was in the mood for his flute, and as he walked his borders he pulled it out, and started playing a light tune, he was still alert to everything else around him though as he marched the borders of his land. So once he came upon an interesting looking wolf he stopped his flute suddenly, she seemed distressed in a way, and he was hoping no one in his pack had done anything to her. He moved closer, staying on the inside of the borders.
How may I help you?
He inquired calmly, and in a welcome sort of matter, he could smell that of Dahlia on him, as a very close neighbor he’d visited there at least once. He’d met the beautiful Tsukiko there, and felt that he’d surely go there again soon enough. Though the look on this young woman’s face, made him worry, had he built his pack on a favorite hunting ground of hers, or did she have something here that belong to her?
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