OOC: For Zalen. :] Set in the Dampwoods in the afternoon. Tell me if you want anything changed, kay? Sucky thread name is sucky.[/html]
Despite hearing tales of the barren North, things seemed so… cluttered.
Mordecai could not get enough of how different this “Nova Scotia” was from his old home. The first thing he realized was a defining factor that it was colder, a more sharper type of chill than that of the south, and at first he resented it. But, soon he coped by changing his pace from a trot to a run while walking from time to time, and he liked how crisp air whipped against his face instead of muggy humidity. Another difference was that it was filled with more canines than he had even known in his entire life. There were even packs, which made him happy at the prospect of settling down.
But, after first crossing the mountain and skirted around a territory, he saw a tall, upright being in the distance nearby a pack’s borders, clad in pelts that was not his, obviously human clothing. In any other circumstance, he would not care to see such a sight, but being in a foreign land, it made him nervous; he heard tales while venturing that there was a pack of humanized canines that may or may not enslave feral wolves, and Mordecai, with his lack of knowledge of things and prehensible, was not going to ask the figure if that rumor was true and managed to pass by without encountering the other. The de Fonte decided that he should just lay low for a while, at least until he knew the land better.
In the meantime, he did just that. He came across another claimed territory, with sticks protruding from the ground to mark the boundaries, and perched on them was things that suspiciously looked like skulls; he could not confirm this, since this time he stayed far from the territory as if he could imagine the eye sockets staring at the newcomer. So far, the land seemed to be giving hints that it wasn’t a place for someone who doesn’t want their head possibly be used as border decor.
A day and a half had passed since walking around the two packs, and Mordecai had just finished the rest of the hare he had caught that morning. With a full belly, the thoughts of the ominous packs slipped out of mind, and simply trotted among an old deer trail, relaxed enough to the point where he was not quite as alert as usual. He wasn’t quite sure where he was going, but for now he decided he just wanted to walk and just let his paws take them as they wished. He padded through the tall woods, and suddenly came upon a small clearing. It must’ve been a resting place for a herd at one point, judging by the faint hoof prints imprinted all over the ground. Curious, Mordecai bent over and began to investigate the area, sniffing along the ground for anything interesting.
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