Part the way

Shawchert Menue · 07-31-2011, 12:30 PM

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+3 OOC: So shaw is wearing a loincloth of sorts and a belt with a sword attached, and has a flute around his neck, and he's a really tall wolf, he's 8ft Smile

Shawchert was doing what needed to be done, that was patroling. He first looked out over th e lands, and quietly surveyed the scene. It was quiet and calm, just another summer day, but he knew that could change any time, and he would be on guard. The man had finished much of the buildings of the Treetop Terrace, and at the moment had it all to himself, maybe someday someone would want to join in keeping watch over the pack, but for now he did it himself. Once done he’d find himself walking the borders sniffing out for any odd and not welcome scents. this took him the better part of the morning but it always did and it was necessary. The man moved into town afterward to make sure everything was well in here as well. The building s looked almost brand new, but that was because of having to rebuild after the storm. He remembered working on them himself when the storm finally ended. His hands had helped keep up the buildings that had nearly fallen down. Including the stables, in which had once been a punishment for the two women who had cared for him. He made his way there, seeing if anything needed repairs or if they were in need of adding firewood, though he doubted it. There was so much after the whole snowstorm. He wished he had stayed here, though his reasons were purely for his own mother, he had many to take care of back when he was the leader. His leadership didn’t even last a year. He hated himself for that, but they had turned on him and were about to turn tail, and when he finally got word of his mother, he was distraught, and didn’t know what to do, now he did and all it took was for him to watch his own mother’s blood flowing across the floor.

Shawchert came to the stables, and started making sure that there were area’s that didn’t need patching. He was not one to be with the animals inside the stables, he couldn’t even ride the biggest of the horses, his own feet would touch the ground. No he just needed something to do. Something to occupy his mind and hands. His mind had been on Sky, and how much he had missed her, though while he was patroling he had blocked his thoughts of the woman out of his head and focused on his need to make sure the pack was safe. He walked in, though stopped to let his eyes adjust. the light outside was bright and in the dark stables it was a transition he had to wait on.

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