02-02-2011, 11:17 PM
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It had been his first morning inside the Dahlia de Mai territory, waking up to the burning sun against his coat. Each and every fiber of his thick, white fur had become illuminated in the light and Tempest gave off a certain glow into the morn. On contrary to the warmth of the sun, a cold breeze chilled him and snow had been making its appearance more than often. The little pup rolled and whined, reluctantly hauling himself from the ground and giving himself a shake. His eager claws dug into the earth and he was ready for a fresh start.
He'd taken up the offer from Saluce on entry of the pack, staying at his shop until he found a place to live otherwise. A warm temporary-shelter and a new friend was certainly a good start in his books. Tempest had made his way out of the shop, and into the vast territory of Dahlia de Mai that extended before him. He figured it would be useful to become familiar with his new home, explore the area and meet its inhabitants. "I wonder if there are other pups around.." He muttered, nearly always allowing himself to believe he would be the youngest. His hefty white paws lead him from shrub to bush and every pile of dirt or thing he could sniff until he knew it all. The pup had premeditated many things that had recently been confirmed. The feeling of proper placement, and stability. The sweet sweet smells that accumulated around him. Everything was perfect so far, and all he needed was a hobby, or a friend. Certainly he would settle for both.
It had been his first morning inside the Dahlia de Mai territory, waking up to the burning sun against his coat. Each and every fiber of his thick, white fur had become illuminated in the light and Tempest gave off a certain glow into the morn. On contrary to the warmth of the sun, a cold breeze chilled him and snow had been making its appearance more than often. The little pup rolled and whined, reluctantly hauling himself from the ground and giving himself a shake. His eager claws dug into the earth and he was ready for a fresh start.
He'd taken up the offer from Saluce on entry of the pack, staying at his shop until he found a place to live otherwise. A warm temporary-shelter and a new friend was certainly a good start in his books. Tempest had made his way out of the shop, and into the vast territory of Dahlia de Mai that extended before him. He figured it would be useful to become familiar with his new home, explore the area and meet its inhabitants. "I wonder if there are other pups around.." He muttered, nearly always allowing himself to believe he would be the youngest. His hefty white paws lead him from shrub to bush and every pile of dirt or thing he could sniff until he knew it all. The pup had premeditated many things that had recently been confirmed. The feeling of proper placement, and stability. The sweet sweet smells that accumulated around him. Everything was perfect so far, and all he needed was a hobby, or a friend. Certainly he would settle for both.