Coding by Sie.
ooc text: Sorry if I blabbered a bit in the first paragraph; its just Elaine's way of thinking. <3
Elaine was stepped down a cobbled stone road, her footsteps pattering softly against the cold, olden street. Though there was a small path where no snow could be seen because of many paws crunching it into nothing, it was still a chilly touch to the Lovato woman's paw pads. Sometimes, her stray thoughts often lead her to thinking why can't someone made some sort of projection of Luperci feet? Then again, it'd be strange strutting around in some cloth over your toes, her reasonable side contradicted. This is how she usually spent her time, arguing in her mind about the good and bad points about the strangest of topics.
Her nose was shoved into a book with a faded front, with a pencil clutched in her left hand as she scribbled down notes in it. Every so often, Elaine would glance at one or two buildings, pausing for a moment to take a good gander at them. Then, she'd shove the book back up to her face and documented something; she was told that she could take residence in one of the emptied houses in Thornbury, and she was making a small compile of information for each house she passed, to pick the best one. She walked past two human-abandoned stores, and as predicted she looked up at them for their flaws and strengths. But, both had the scent of canines, and they looked occupied. Elaine thought that maybe she was finally come up to the cluster of wolves who already taken home here, and scrawled down that these two homes were taken.
After she walked away from the two stores she took a turn to the left. She continued down the street, still scribbling down notes when she pasted up another taken house on the right to her. There was fresh canine scent there as well, so she didn't have to look up to see that it was taken. But, Elaine's dark mocha ears twitched; she heard the sound of an unknown noise that she had never heard before, but it was undoubtedly music. She then stopped in her tracks, and peered over her little book. There was a man on the porch, holding something long and circled near his mouth. "Hi,"she greeted quietly, her ears perking forward with interest at the music. It was unfamiliar to her, but it sounded nice, and it made her want to pull out her guitar that was slung over her back and start to strum along with the male.
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