With All the Colors of the Wind
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Back dated to the 17th of July. It’s early evening. Zalen is in lupus form but will shift once he meets Ouija.

Dusk was beginning to settle in the land. The creatures of the daylight were retreating to their hollows and caves in anticipation for the night. The summer time crickets still continued their songs as the lingering rays of the sun glinted off the forest canopy. In the woods the sound of soft pad falls could be heard as a dark figure moved casually through the trees, green eyes glinting in the warm glow of twilight.

Zalen had decided to wander outside his meager territory to scout around the border between Anathema and Dampwoods. It was in this area that he felt the most comfortable and found the best game. In fact his belly was full now after having pulled some rabbits from their hides in the earlier hours of the afternoon. But now the sun was nearly finished with its descent, the night time insects and animals began to stir and Zalen relished the cooling air, he was not one for hot weather, not with his coat. The ebon male walked lazily; he was in a good place and had nowhere in particular to be.

He was flanking Anathema and stopped to look deeper into its territory. He had ventured into it many days ago and met a very kind wolfess named Panda. Also the first individual he had met upon coming to Nova Scotia was the Rakeeb of Anathema, Theodore. Both had been very friendly to him and he now considered Anathema like his adopted pack; he was not a part of them but lingered nearby just to have some knowledge of there being friends not too far away.

Zalen was about to continue his journey, most likely to go back home when an intriguing stench met his nose. He raised his snout to the slight westerly breeze and tried to verify the smell but could not. It was drifting to him from inside Anathema lands. He hesitated a moment, questioning whether he should once again trespass, but then decided that he must be close to whatever was causing it so a little investigation wouldn't hurt. With a quick stretch he turned and began to trot towards the origin of the odor and it became more intense as he went.

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