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He was feeling pretty lucky today, the day before he had a great encounter, today he went further into the territory, not owned by any wolves but it was territory none the less, Shawchert, was again playing a light tune as he moved, this time in thick woods. He didn’t seem to have much of a care right now. Even though he didn’t look it, he was quite alert. His ears were listening not just the music he was producing, but for anything out of the ordinary. He had no general direction, he was just letting things go in a solid course that he could alter if he wanted to, but for now he chose not to. Things were looking up for him and soon he’d find his home, a place where he could settle, and not have to worry about anything but his own work, eating, and just having a good day. He wanted leisure in his life, it wasn’t all about work, though that was just fine for the large male. He changed the tune slightly, thinking of happier thoughts, and the flute, in his hands randomly changed to something up beat, a dancing tone, something of which he gladly started moving his feet to. the big brute would look funny to anyone standing around looking at him, but he cared little about this, his motto was to treat every day as though you had no other days left. Today was a day to dance, to play, to be a wolf. His bag that was strapped around his shoulder bounced as he did, he paid no attention to it, though a few things did rattle inside as he did his lively steps. His tail was in a whir, as he was enjoying himself immensely. Things would be better for him now, and he knew it!
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