WC: 215 OOC: Welcome to Souls missy!!!
Shawchert was feeling so much better than he had in the past few days, and he was finally getting back on his scheduled task, the first being his patrols. He enjoyed them, and today he had out his flute, playing and perfecting a tune that he made up with Sky. His song played through the forest as he walked through the lands that he had claimed only so many months before. Spotting something he found himself walking slightly faster but he waited a little bit before e pulled the wooden flute out of his mouth. Stopping, he smiled a little, another wolf was sitting by his borders, no doubt here to ask him about his pack again,
Greetings, my name is Shawchert Menue, and you are at the borders of Cercatori d’ Arte. Is there anything that I can help you with?
He asked, he’d let his flute drop to his chest, where it hung on some string he’d found in one of the buildings that scattered in Thornbury. He had a pleasing smile on his face, one that he could say should be there, if things had not cleared up the way they did, he would still be sulking and this poor boy would be the brunt of Shaw’s unhappiness, but he got lucky.
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