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the waiting game
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[html] ooc;; Sorry its all the way over here, but Teddy would have either had to go through Inferni or cross the mountains, which would have taken too long! Teddy is recruiting, yaaay!
It had been a few days since the first meeting between prospective members of Anathema. Teddy had been the first to arrive when the time had come and he was proud of his punctuality. However, punctuality did not mean that their shiny new pack was going to be made any quicker. Members still needed to be made, a territory mapped out and all the other things that Naniko had to do. And there was no need for the Stone male while all this was happening. Naniko had her sister with her, as well as two pups, one belonging to her and the other her sister. Most of their family had convened at that meeting and Teddy felt a little out number as one of the only non-D'Angelo's. Still, new blood was never all that bad and the black male had stuck around to show his interest and enthusiasm for this new pack.
It meant, however, that he had decided to stay around these parts, cooped up in the corner of Nova Scotia and unwilling to move too far away. He didnt care much for travelling after his trek across the Halycon mountains almost a week before, so he would stay where he was. It just meant finding a make-shift shelter and keeping himself alive until Naniko called again. He never knew, perhaps he would recruit a member or two for the white woman. The lands looked empty and the young man had no problem understanding why it was not inhabited- there was practically nothing there. Unless Naniko had other plans for the area, Teddy doubted they would be staying in the immediate vasinity. That didnt, however, mean that the male was going to starve.
He had spotted the tail end of a large group of deer a few hours ago and had begun tracking the group. He'd spotted a few potential meals in the very old and the very young anf he had selected his target. She looked ancient but she was still moving, keeping up the rear with a sharp eye and a stop bleat for any stray fawns. She was a challenge and one Theodore Stone revelled in. He was on his own and his coat was very dark, so he had practically buried himself in the snow, creeping forward every few minutes and creating a comical trail behind him that could be see for a good few metres. He would creep up so close to her that she wouldnt even understand why her legs were dropping away from her when he slashed at her throat. Sneaky!
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