03-28-2009, 02:14 PM
ooc: Alright, sorry if this post sounds a bit rushed. I've got a huge project due at school, but I wanted to get this thread started. Just so you know, Rath's a bit...cautious when it comes to social interactions with other. One might even go so far as to call him somewhat shy. lol
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bic: The tall, ruddy hued male wandered out of the third uninhabited structure he had searched that day. Once again, he had nothing to show for his investigation of the human settlement of Wolfville. Shaking his head in frustration, the wolf slowly strode onward to the next building. The young woodworker was quite disappointed that he had not been able to find so much as a hatchet with which he could chop and strip the various pieces of wood he had found in his excursions from his home on southern border of Berwick to the forests beyond. Unbeknownst to the socially inept male, he hadn't necessarily been searching in what a more knowledgeable individual might consider to be the best spots. Perhaps it was the fact that he feared possibly intruding on another pack mate’s property or some similarly unfounded phobia, but for the most part the reddish brown pelted wolf had avoided the more heavily structured regions of both Berwick and Wolfville, choosing to examine the few, scattered structures that lay about the borders of the towns.
He paused briefly in the open doorway of his next target, a ramshackle cabin surrounded by little more than a few struggling saplings. Inwardly, he scolded himself for being so nervous about meeting the other members of his new pack. After all, he had been instructed by both Slay and Cwmfen to seek out a particular individual, the pack musician Mew Sadira. Instead of following their advice he had clung to his solitary habits, quietly searching for the tools he required. His lack of success had finally convinced him. Turning from the doorway of the run down cabin, he resolved to do as he had been advised. He would do his best to find this Mew Sadira.
So, having finally decided the best course of action, he changed his direction and walked onward, gradually making his way towards the center of Wolfville. From what he understood, there was a meeting place at the center of the town. His instincts told him he should make his way there to begin his search. It seemed like a logical starting point.
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bic: The tall, ruddy hued male wandered out of the third uninhabited structure he had searched that day. Once again, he had nothing to show for his investigation of the human settlement of Wolfville. Shaking his head in frustration, the wolf slowly strode onward to the next building. The young woodworker was quite disappointed that he had not been able to find so much as a hatchet with which he could chop and strip the various pieces of wood he had found in his excursions from his home on southern border of Berwick to the forests beyond. Unbeknownst to the socially inept male, he hadn't necessarily been searching in what a more knowledgeable individual might consider to be the best spots. Perhaps it was the fact that he feared possibly intruding on another pack mate’s property or some similarly unfounded phobia, but for the most part the reddish brown pelted wolf had avoided the more heavily structured regions of both Berwick and Wolfville, choosing to examine the few, scattered structures that lay about the borders of the towns.
He paused briefly in the open doorway of his next target, a ramshackle cabin surrounded by little more than a few struggling saplings. Inwardly, he scolded himself for being so nervous about meeting the other members of his new pack. After all, he had been instructed by both Slay and Cwmfen to seek out a particular individual, the pack musician Mew Sadira. Instead of following their advice he had clung to his solitary habits, quietly searching for the tools he required. His lack of success had finally convinced him. Turning from the doorway of the run down cabin, he resolved to do as he had been advised. He would do his best to find this Mew Sadira.
So, having finally decided the best course of action, he changed his direction and walked onward, gradually making his way towards the center of Wolfville. From what he understood, there was a meeting place at the center of the town. His instincts told him he should make his way there to begin his search. It seemed like a logical starting point.