The scents, the sounds, the sights.... nothing had changed much since he'd last walked these dull lands; just the canines whom occupied the huts and even they were simply doing the same things others had done.How boring he mumbled under his breath, forest green eyes falling upon two birds in a tree, their tweets high pitched and irritating, causing the young lad to roll his eyes and move deeper in the village. Others may describe the pack's territory as beautiful, interesting and other such descriptions, but to the young male this was simply the place he'd been born and where he'd mostly grown up. Maybe that was why he couldn't appreciate the beauty of his home pack or maybe it was from simple lack of interest in the culture he saw all around him.
Lifting his head he peered idly into the huts that filled the village, gazing in through the windows of those that had them and open doors to those that were open. Above the sun was high and bright signifying that it was roughly id day, where everyone else was helping out and doing their tasks. With a limited skill set the young lad had chosen what seemed like the simplest path to follow; hunting. Although he wasn't the best at killing prey, he had a knack for traps and scavenging if he was allowed enough time to think things through. Drifting to one side he found himself stood before a window, eyes taking in the items that filled the space within in. Before he knew better he had padded over to the door and crept into the hut, hands reaching towards a pile of paper. Looking at his hands he frowned, realising what'd he'd done.... and yet the paper was so thin, so interesting to him despite it's trivial value when compared to other items within the room. Gingerly he waved the paper in front of himself, smiling at the way the thin sheet bent and moved, before carefully placing it back where he found it and moving on to nosy at the other a sheets lying around.
One amongst the pile caught his eye; stuffing his hands into the pockets of his black hoodie he leaned over and peered at the drawing upon the paper. Hmmm he gently ran a finger across the sheet, following the design upon it before reaching to pick the drawing up.
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