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Jefferson Soul · 11-07-2010, 04:30 PM

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He had come to check out this place for himself rather than rely on the vague rumors that had sprung up so suddenly on its origins. A new pack, they said, to the north not far from Dahlia de Mai. Perhaps it was instinct that led him almost instantly on that journey—it had taken him months and months to approach Cour des Miracles for the first time, after all—but the proximity to that once-dangerous pack, as well as the slight proximity to Phoenix Valley itself, stirred about a need for movement. Winter would set in full swing soon enough, and if the brutish male could make that journey before the snow and cold fell, the experience would generally be better for everyone.

Jefferson knew nothing of the pack's direction, leadership, way of life. It was too early for its administrators to venture and make peace with he and his own pack if they sought to do so; the pack had only been formed a number of days before, he believed, and perhaps it was easier for they if he himself was to come and meet them. Would he be the first? The cyclops didn't know, nor care. He sought only to learn of their intentions and at least commit for neutrality, if not a future alliance. He needed to learn the pack's name, too.

The cyclops paused at what he believed to be their borders, straightened his shoulders, and forced a rather authoritative howl into the air. Not one of command, of course, but a sound declaring his own status and presence—and neutrality therein.

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