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-claps hands- yaaaaay ninja tem! -snort-
Teme Lupus is by Alaine!
The day before had been a bit different from his usual roaming from Vinátta. Since his Uncles 'intervention' Temeraire had realised just how unprotected he was, but it hadn't managed to dampen his curiosity about the world outside of Vinátta. Instead, the previous day he'd sought his father out- who had been fairly preoccupied to say the least- to ask his permission to leave the packlands. It had taken the thrill out of it, but he understood a little more than he had how oblivious he had been. His uncle had been able to sneak up on him and 'attack' him with an ease that shook the boy, so it had been better than nothing to ask permission to leave than not at all. He was glad he had gone though- he'd met Lena and since returning to Vinátta the blind female had been running through his mind. She was fun and playful, but he couldn't help worrying about her safety and every time he found himself with these thoughts, he'd snorted and pushed them away.
The rough bark between his hands was comfortable despite his hands being new to him. Since he'd shifted a few weeks ago, he been unable to stay away from the trees. At first he'd been hesitant about the branches that overlapped throughout most of Vinátta, but in the last few days a confidence had lightened his steps, steadied his balance and strengthened his grips. It had taken only a few times for him to grow comfortable in the trees and today he'd moved through the trees with an agility he sometimes didn't feel when on the ground. He was moving back towards his house in Jordheim, confidant black hands swinging off a branch as a piebald foot reached a low hanging branch.
The thud of knuckles on wood caused him to duck down, head hanging out in the open to see a familiar figure despite the novelty of Ink actually being in Jordheim. He couldn't help a grin as he allowed his body to slip gracefully down off the branch, legs bent to absorb the impact. He turned towards his friend, tail flashing back and forth behind him. Lookin' for me? He questioned from behind the white male, a crooked grin remaining on his lips as he waited for his new friends response.
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