WHALEBUSSSS
What magic or madness had gotten ahold of this wolf's mind? Rurik laughed with the absurdity of it all, though he was easy-going enough. He took this new development in stride—after all, it did not truly affect him how this man chose to travel. The silver-shaded werewolf could not see himself making a long journey on the whale's back; certainly one needed a place to stash food. But for shorter distances, such as to the many islands scattered throughout the coast of the territory, he could certainly see a whale coming in handy. The canine shouted something back, and this immediately caught the werewolf's attention. “Oh, ya? Vhat you play? Poker? Blackjack? I hope your cards are not vet!” the werewolf declared, laughing heartily.
Again the stranger spoke, and Rurik glanced up and down the beach, seeing that he was alone. “Ya, come ashore,” the man said, nodding. It was alright if he came on for a visit for a moment—maybe he was even interested in joining up with the Miracles pack, strange a method as he'd chosen for arrival. Rurik didn't tend to hang around the borders too often, but he was sure this method of transportation had never been utilized prior to this man's arrival.
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