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Location: Borders, SK Date: 12 July Weather: Warm, overcast Time: Afternoon |
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(332) For X'y.
Vasiliy is by me!
Though Vasiliy was greatly enjoying the coastal areas, the dark-furred Russian knew he ought to move inland. Some brought news of packs nearby, and Vasi intended to make sure they were aware of the Cercatori d'Arte pack's presence. He hadn't spent much time within the Tides camp, but the rowboats were swift and carried him across the waters. Landing was a little difficult -- neither coast was well-suited for boat landings. The far coast was marshy, almost swampy, and this one was rocky and foreboding. Vasi had seen some of the red rocks jutting from the ocean, and the strangeness of this shoreline fascinated him.
The inland areas were no less beautiful: untouched wilderness, they reminded him of the forests around Cercatori d'Arte. Trees and other overgrowth had retaken the old hiking trails leftover from humanity -- only the widest remained, and it was on one of these overgrowth dirt tracks Vasi made his way, humming. The pale horse, Jakki, was behind him on a lead rope, laden with a few goods. Behind her trailed two of the sheep, paired only because they were more comfortable in a group than alone. Looping carefully around the larger pack's territory, the granite-furred hybrid headed generally north, beginning to follow scent trails as they made themselves known.
Before long, he knew he must be on the border -- the scent of other wolves was thick hereabouts, covering the air. Vasi's dark ears twitched forward and he appraised this land. A mountain rose in the backdrop, one long, low peak that seemed to hover over the flat forestlands surrounding it. What a lovely place to settle, he murmured in his mother tongue. Vasi reverted to Russian quite easily when he was by his lonesome. Tilting his head back with a summons -- gentle and without demand as it was -- the dark-furred Russian called to this unknown pack, then settled back to wait and see if they'd come to trade.
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