Backdated to the fourth.
The day had started off like any other day. Matteo had gotten up, gotten breakfast, done a chore or two involving cleaning and hunting, and now he was off to try and find himself a way to pass the day. Giuseppe was busy, so the smaller twin decided to leave him alone for the day. Instead, he'd explore. He'd decided to visit a place just outside the territory for once. Drifter Bay.
Packing up some various items into a small bag he'd found, Matteo set out early in the afternoon, hoping to get there before nightfall. The trip was a fairly unimpressive one; no one paid him any mind for once, and he managed to make it there by the time the sky was somewhat golden. Sunset was coming soon, but he'd still have a good two hours of daylight before things got too dark to see.
As he arrived onto the shoreline, he found that the tide was low; perfect for collecting various things like shells and driftwood. He had plans on crafting together various trinkets, like necklaces and maybe even a driftwood flute. He'd found books in the Anathema library on such craftings, and had borrowed them to take with him on his little fieldtrip. Hopefully, he'd be able to put some of it to good use. He was rather interested in the flute idea, actually. He'd make one, and then learn to play it. With any luck, it would earn him some brownie points in the pack. Maybe.
He trotted his way down to the softer sands where the tide kept things wet or damp, being sure to roll up his pantlegs before daring to cross over to the wet muck there. Finding a dry patch elevated from the rest, he set down his bag and slipped out of his shirt. The albino knew that the sun would likely burn his skin a bit underneath his fur, but he could deal with a bit of a sunburn later; right now, he wanted to get this over with. He hated getting his fur dirty.
Half nude and somewhat tired from his trek, the young Trovato started his search, digging up shells and wood from all over the beach, returning to his bag only when he found his load too heavy to carry in his bare hands. He'd found plenty already, thanks to the tide just having gone down, and to his great delight, he'd even found some edible crabs and the like. He'd have to light up a fire and cook them later; maybe he'd even try and catch some fish. He was good at fishing.
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