It had seemed like ages since Jackson had wandered out west to check out the city ruins—ages in fact since he had last left Anatheman lands, even. For some time the boy had been caught up in traipsing about the pack territory, but now it felt like it was time for something fresh. So he’d grabbed his raven skull-topped staff slipped away from the mountain-dwelling community for a time and made his way out to Halifax. He’d only been out to the city once before, but that one time had been enough for Jackson to learn that it was a veritable treasure trove of strange items and interesting places to explore. His little trip here today seemed to be reinforcing that idea, and as he walked down one city block he was having difficulty deciding on just one place to search around at a time.
The boutique had been one of the smaller buildings on the block, and it was for that reason that the boy found himself drawn to it. He wanted to get a good look around this part of the city from a higher vantage point and he figured the smaller building would be easiest to climb up. So he’d circled around the structure in search of some way up. In the back of the little boutique he found a small dumpster that proved perfect for giving him the leverage he needed. He scrambled on top of it, tossed his staff up to the roof, and without much struggle, he hauled himself up onto the roof after it. The concrete slat that covered the roof seemed to have stood up well to the test of time, much to Jackson’s relief. The last thing he needed was to fall through and break a leg or something. One corner of the roof did sport a worrisome crack that declared that it probably wasn’t as sturdy as he had first assumed. But the Acidic boy avoided it, choosing to assume that if he kept his distance it would prove harmless.
Cerulean eyes took in the sights of the city from his new vantage point. He could see farther than before, witnessing distant streets and buildings from this unique angle. Maybe he could spot some place interesting to check out from here. And sure enough, he did find something interesting. It wasn’t one of the city’s unique features that caught his eye, however; there was a distinctly canine figure traveling down the street toward his location. Jackson crept silently toward the front of the building to get a better look at the stranger. The brown-furred figure stopped suddenly while approaching and began looking about in apprehension. Jackson crouched near the edge of the roof, a broad grin spreading on his features as he stared down at the stranger. Hey there, he called out.
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