05-04-2008, 10:58 PM
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His den looked compact and complete, his possessions unpacked and each in its proper place. It was an odd feeling, being included in a pack again, a deep warm feeling that was hard to describe. The wolf in the woods had welcomed him with open arms, not attacked him on sight as he was expecting. She was definitely unusual, and he made a mental note to keep an eye on the rest of the pack. It would be interesting to see where their skills and abilities lay, what their personalities were. He would have to adapt, that was a certainty.
He moved his hand to his braid, quickly untying it, shaking his head to untangle his mane easier. Connor preferred Optime form, it was much, much easier to control the environment while standing on two legs, rather than the reactionary feeling that he always got walking on four. He opened his sack and pulled out a hairbrush, one of the strange objects he'd carried with him on his journey. With smooth, long strokes, he brushed his mane until it shined, his eyes closed as he enjoyed the feeling of the brush against his scalp, but he knew he should get out and meet his new pack, so he reluctantly put the brush down and stood slowly.
Stretching slowly to loosen his back, Connor made his way outside, shielding his eyes from the sun as the change from dark to light made him squint, leaving his den to look out on the pack land, smiling slightly to himself.
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His den looked compact and complete, his possessions unpacked and each in its proper place. It was an odd feeling, being included in a pack again, a deep warm feeling that was hard to describe. The wolf in the woods had welcomed him with open arms, not attacked him on sight as he was expecting. She was definitely unusual, and he made a mental note to keep an eye on the rest of the pack. It would be interesting to see where their skills and abilities lay, what their personalities were. He would have to adapt, that was a certainty.
He moved his hand to his braid, quickly untying it, shaking his head to untangle his mane easier. Connor preferred Optime form, it was much, much easier to control the environment while standing on two legs, rather than the reactionary feeling that he always got walking on four. He opened his sack and pulled out a hairbrush, one of the strange objects he'd carried with him on his journey. With smooth, long strokes, he brushed his mane until it shined, his eyes closed as he enjoyed the feeling of the brush against his scalp, but he knew he should get out and meet his new pack, so he reluctantly put the brush down and stood slowly.
Stretching slowly to loosen his back, Connor made his way outside, shielding his eyes from the sun as the change from dark to light made him squint, leaving his den to look out on the pack land, smiling slightly to himself.
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