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Maldrid had now found a reason for his wanderings that took him outside his pack territory. He found that when he traveled it gave him inspiration to write his music. The beautiful landscape and the thoughts of his journeys would give him such wonderful ideas. The thought of finding a great song would inspire him to leave his pack territory for a short while to perhaps find a truly wonderful song. When he did he would commit the song to memory and then perhaps write it down in Haven Manor back in the Crimson Dreams territory.
When he traveled he went in his lupus form due to the convenience it offered for speed when traveling. He made sure that he wasn't without his instruments wherever he went because he had too much of a love for music to leave behind his instruments. Plus they had sentimental value. They were the sole things that kept him wanting to live through his ordeal when he was a wanderer.
Maldrid was running now through the landscape. He loved how invigorating it felt to run, fast and long. The exhilerating feel that it gave. He ran long and hard and finally he decided he needed rest. As he walked he found a large castle structure that stood out in the landscape. Out of pure curiosity he went towards it to explore the ruins that the humans had left behind. Maldrid was not only a creature of music, but also of learning.
He approached the castle and shifted into his optime form. Maldrid marveled at the structure that stood before him. Though he understood that humans could build great things he just couldn't bring himself to contemplate how they could accomplish the enormous task of creating such a work. He reached the wall and placed his hand on it and looked up the wall. The cool stone made his fingers complain to him. He took his hand off the wall and went to find an opening to get inside.
After some time of searching he found his way inside. He then explored around the area to get an idea of its layout. He thought the darkness inconvenient but not something that couldn't be overcome. He wound his way through the ruins and not long after his exploring he heard singing. This made Maldrid even more curious, there had to be a source to this singing. It was definitely female and it was a beautiful sound to hear. He walked towards the sound and before he could get to its source he was compelled to bring out his lute and start to play as song to the tune of the singing.
Maldrid's fingers worked along the instrument to produce a tune that went along with the song. He played without care if the singer heard it or not. For now it was for him alone. If the singer wished she could come, but that didn't matter. All that there was to Maldrid was his current song. He continued to play and let the sound reverberate throughout where he sat.
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