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Slade would be content with his life fully if it wasn't for three little problems. They didn't affect his daily goings much, but at times they could be really annoying. Today, on a chilly winter afternoon, two of these issues were really bothering him. The first problem Slade was having was seeing. He saw something strange up in a tree, and though it was likely nothing more than a squirrel, it was a blur of brown. He had no intentions of running up to catch it, as he had no appetite at the moment, though it was always annoying when he looked around and could see nothing but blurriness when it came to objects a few feet away from his face.
This did not pester him as much as his lack of fingers did. While Slade was mostly content to be a plain, non-shifting coyote, despite the world full of Luperci he lived in, there was a huge issue he had with being a lupus. He could not write. The thought had occurred to him a few days ago when he realized that acting out his stories bought nothing but trouble, and recently he had started to seriously consider his position in the pack. He was a writer, an Incidente di Parola, as far as ranks were concerned, but he knew that he would never really be a writer if he lacked the ability to pick up a pen. Often this fact didn't bother him, but at this moment, as he concocted another plot in his mind, he really wished that he were able to write down his ideas.
Pushing the thought aside, Slade decided that he should probably tackle his third problem, which was a flaw with his personality that could be easily fixed. He was a huge introvert, and while this was fine to a degree, he found that the only reasons he had really encountered others so far was because he had gotten himself into some sort of mischief. Thus, with this thought in mind, he began to walk through the forest of Cercatori d'Arte, trying to pick up a scent to follow. He was going to start fixing up his reclusive nature. He was in a pack now; it wasn't like he was going to run into any shady figures as long as he stayed within his own pack's land.
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