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Saul Stormbringer · 11-17-2010, 03:52 PM

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ooc;; Why hello there! Couldn't leave you hanging! Mind if we date this 11.11.10 instead of the 12th?

Today was not a nice day, it could be noted. The sun had been non existent today but the young male's morning routine was so ingrained into his body clock that he didnt need the external que of the sun to wake him. He had skipped his bath this morning, an unusual feat for the anal retentive male. His run, on the other hand, had been a long one. He'd stretched out to the Wastelands and the cliffs to the west of them. He usually went to the beach and gazed out at the small island that fascinated him before returning to Wolfville and trying to do something useful with his day. Today had been overcast and groggy, threatening to throw rain but falling short on that threat. His lungs burned happily in his chest, a sign that his run had been both hard and good for him.

Green eyes swept the greyness of Wolfville, wondering on the species that had created the town. He remembered the playdate he had had here with Mia and made a mental note to seek her out in a few days and drag her to the park just outside of the main highstreet. He wanted to see the young female again and he wondered what she'd been up to since they had laughed and played in the streets weeks before. However, he was distracted from his mental notes by the flashing of a knife. He hadnt seen the silver figure in the doorway, nor the small brown chunk of wood that was held in his hands, all he saw was the knife in the creature's other hand.

Weeks spent as a loner had taught the young Stormbringer to be wary of strangers and as Saul drew closer he could smell that this male was fresh to Dahlia. He didn't have the jumbled mixture of scents that Saul associated with packs, a potion made of everyone else around you. He could have been days or just a few weeks old into Dahlia. But Conor had accepted him and therefore Saul was not to be too cautious. Green eyes flashed softly as he drew closer, watching the hands work with deft faith in that they would land where they were told. He glanced up at the wolf who was performing this carving and smile tentatively.

"Hi... I'm Saul. You're new to Dahlia."

He stated easily, almost boldly to the male. He didnt know what this creature was like, didnt even know his name. But he must have been alright because Conor would not have allowed him access to their pack. He wondered what the male was making, what it was for. He kept the wonderings to hisself, waiting for a response from the male with the interesting craft.

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