12-09-2009, 12:46 AM
This is all assuming that Kaena was in Lupus form in the beginning. X: Sometimes I can't tell.
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Snake had been in Inferni when the party had occurred. Actually—and though he would never relinquish this to anyone, unless directly asked—he had seen whatever festivities from afar. But that was something that he was not cut out for. Revelry was something that was not compatible with him. His was a simple soul, drawn with blacks and whites and with very little color. No, he had deigned to go home instead and work on perfecting his den. He didn’t regret anything. He would have felt out of place anyway. Much of the coyotes here were family—an outcast, Snake mostly kept to himself.
As for his den, Snake had broad plans for it that did not stop at just making it worthy to sleep in. He planned on digging a firepit to the south of it, so that the flames would be same from the northerly winds that blew in from the ocean. He had already begun stockpiling firewood in the trunk of the car (which he had waterproofed, in order to keep rain and snow out). All he needed to do was get more bedding and matches. As it was, he had one threadbare blanket to keep between him and the harsh winter nights. He was sure that another Halifax trip was in order, but Snake was solicitous of going alone. He had nearly been beaten with a baseball bat the last time that happened.
As for the strange cloud, Snake did not think it was smoke. Smoke was usually darker than that—smoke from anything that would burn around here, anyway. When the thought of going to check it out came about, the coyote didn’t say a word as he noticed that Kaena, in Lupus, would outrun him if they tried to go and check it out. And he’d hate to be any kind of lag (as he was not swift at all in his Optime form), so he began to shift. After a little over a minute and a half (Snake, with his mind usually clear of most thought, cut the times of these changes often), he was shaking his head and working back into his quadruped form. He hadn’t used it in a couple of weeks. Felt kind of weird—like a pair of shoes one didn’t often wear.
“Yeah, let’s check it out,” he ended up saying after getting back into things. Because swimming across the bay would be insanity in such cold weather, they would have to travel across the crescent of the beach to the other side. It probably wouldn’t take too long, however—to get to the other side of Inferni’s Wastes, that was. It seemed to him as though the clouds were coming from even further north, off of the coast. There was not much to burn out there, as the forests were to the south and southeast… He gave her a swift look, his eyes seeming to say ‘Shall we?’ before beginning to trot off down the beach. He would make sure the elder coyote was with him before beginning the actual trek.
Snake had been in Inferni when the party had occurred. Actually—and though he would never relinquish this to anyone, unless directly asked—he had seen whatever festivities from afar. But that was something that he was not cut out for. Revelry was something that was not compatible with him. His was a simple soul, drawn with blacks and whites and with very little color. No, he had deigned to go home instead and work on perfecting his den. He didn’t regret anything. He would have felt out of place anyway. Much of the coyotes here were family—an outcast, Snake mostly kept to himself.
As for his den, Snake had broad plans for it that did not stop at just making it worthy to sleep in. He planned on digging a firepit to the south of it, so that the flames would be same from the northerly winds that blew in from the ocean. He had already begun stockpiling firewood in the trunk of the car (which he had waterproofed, in order to keep rain and snow out). All he needed to do was get more bedding and matches. As it was, he had one threadbare blanket to keep between him and the harsh winter nights. He was sure that another Halifax trip was in order, but Snake was solicitous of going alone. He had nearly been beaten with a baseball bat the last time that happened.
As for the strange cloud, Snake did not think it was smoke. Smoke was usually darker than that—smoke from anything that would burn around here, anyway. When the thought of going to check it out came about, the coyote didn’t say a word as he noticed that Kaena, in Lupus, would outrun him if they tried to go and check it out. And he’d hate to be any kind of lag (as he was not swift at all in his Optime form), so he began to shift. After a little over a minute and a half (Snake, with his mind usually clear of most thought, cut the times of these changes often), he was shaking his head and working back into his quadruped form. He hadn’t used it in a couple of weeks. Felt kind of weird—like a pair of shoes one didn’t often wear.
“Yeah, let’s check it out,” he ended up saying after getting back into things. Because swimming across the bay would be insanity in such cold weather, they would have to travel across the crescent of the beach to the other side. It probably wouldn’t take too long, however—to get to the other side of Inferni’s Wastes, that was. It seemed to him as though the clouds were coming from even further north, off of the coast. There was not much to burn out there, as the forests were to the south and southeast… He gave her a swift look, his eyes seeming to say ‘Shall we?’ before beginning to trot off down the beach. He would make sure the elder coyote was with him before beginning the actual trek.