ooc: 539 words. GO BITCH FIGHT, GO.
His tree seemed to be the perfect get away place for the coywolf. Winter was all around Thornbury, but with no large snow storms blowing through, Bangle couldn't resist getting outside for some fresh air. It gave him time to think, and he felt safe and secluded up in the large oak branches. The male was humming to himself, his eyes closed, one knee drawn up to his chest and the other dangling freely. His jewerly jingled only slightly, the tune giving the snowy scene around him a more seasonal environment. Things seemed still that day, and Bangle wasn't the only one that felt it.
Every wolf knew what had gone on the night before. Everyone heard it. And if they didn't, they heard of it. Cercatori d'Arte was small, and word got around quickly. Bangle nearly smiled to himself that previous night, with a dose of encouragement all his own in his home: 'You get 'em, friend!'. What the coywolf didn't know, however, was that love was even more powerful than the needs of the body, and that night was to never happen. And possibly never would again. But the traveler was understanding of this situation, especially when one traveled as often as the coyote mix did. One simply had needs to fulfill, but Bangle simply woke up early the next morning and strolled away from possible commitment. Hell, he probably had some bastard children somewhere, but he didn't rightfully care.
What it did make him think of, though, was Skye. Perfect white fur set against bright, russet hair. A pit in his stomach formed, then, and his throat swelled up, remembering then how long ago they had seen each other, since that strange and yet wonderful encounter. That was partly why Bangle stayed at home or in his tree most of the time, any way to get away from her. The traveler had passed by her house a few times, but had never felt so nervous as to even glance in that direction. But why.. why was he so nervous? Why was he avoiding her? Wasn't she just like every other female?
That's when his large, bat-like ears caught the sound of a female's voice. Bangle opened one eye and peered through the snow-kissed leaves at a wolf on the porch, who seemed to be trying to get Orin's attention. He had run into Orin a few times, but never this other female. The traveler thought he heard from someone that her name was Sky, but it reminded him too much of the one that seemed to be holding him back from taking off. But he was still here, wasn't he? The sound of this female's voice, however, didn't seem like she was calling the pink haired female, if she was nearby, for any friendly kind of chat.
He twisted his white hued neck over to the store where Orin set up shop, just across from his own abode, but did not see any pink haired female walking past. It wasn't to say, though, that she couldn't be anywhere.. her scent seemed to linger all over Thornbury that day. Orange yellow eyes cast themselves back down on the scene with the other female, leaning over in anticipation.
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