10-03-2008, 10:16 PM
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Days of silence finally gave away of a call in the dim twilight. Anyone who generally howled at their borders was from well outside of the general region; Laurel had never figured out why they simply lingered at the borders in silence. Where he had once hesitated and took his time working through the thick fog and forest, his path had become much more direct. Much more of a routine that he had begun to ignore. Routine wasn't so bad, it was an easy habit to fall into and as it were he may as well have had a penchant for habits. Through the dim light of the fading sun, his olive-tinted eyes captured the rough outline of someone who wad distinctly coyote and on closer inspection, someone who was definitely not of the usual run of the mill that had been hanging around. “So what brings you out to this neck of the woods?” he opened with, letting a thin smile settle easily on his face.