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he had a lot of thinking to do, and for that reason he was here, where here was he had no clue, but staring up at the border of the large immense buildings, he knew it had once been the habitat of an old human civilization. He didn’t want to step forth into the quiet city though. He was content sitting at the outskirts, where he could see so much already. He sat against a car that had been overtaken by the plants, moss, rust. He wasn’t playing his flute though. He was in a state of thinking. Life was harsh for him but not so much since he’d come here. It seemed so peaceful, a great place to just settle down, maybe have some pups, he wasn’t getting any younger. He did have to laugh at that last thought. He needed a mate for that. He was in no way a prig, even though he charmed as many females as he could, he was a loyal wolf, who’d yet to have a mate. What he needed first was a good established home. But what pack would be good for him? He started playing his flute, a slow calm tune as he thought of where to go, he’d smelled a few packs, he knew no names of them, maybe he should visit them, see how they were? That way he could make a good decision, if not, he’d make friends and allies, something a lone wolf needed out here in the wilderness, right now if a bear jumped out and attacked him… no one would know… or possibly care at this point in time.

OOC: The thread was slightly hard to grasp onto and reply to sorry ; ; I tried to make it work to our advantage ^^. Small tip, and not trying to be rude, make sure there is an opening for the other character to respond to so they don’t have to scramble for words .

Shaw was deep in thought and did not actually see the bear, he didn’t even notice the big thing was so near him… not until he heard the moan up distress and then the smell of the fear from the bear. He stopped playing his flute at once. A scared bear was not one to be near and he was smart enough to know that. What he didn’t know was the closeness of the bear itself, when it sat he felt no tremble but just heard the thump of a very intimidated animal. Shawchert didn’t move, didn’t even try to say anything, maybe if he was quiet he’d be unnoticed. He’d been taught to be smart enough to leave a bear alone no matter what especially one in distress. Though it seemed there was something quite odd about this animal. She seemed… not like other bears, most wouldn’t bother with old human habitats and even more wouldn’t just sit and stare. Maybe she thought she was in the middle of the city, when in fact all she had to do was turn and find the forests and fields right behind her, should he tell her, would she understand him? Or would she turn her fear and uneasiness on him. He’d many questions and the only way he’d find out if they would be answered was to actually do something. He was tall for his size, but he could not take on a full grown bear. He brought up his courage.

Everything is all ok, turn around and you will see the forests.

He said apprehensively, in a very kind and calm voice, he knew if he’d shown his own fear things would go awry, and reacting in a way that was calm and happy might just save his own hide so that he could actually live to see those pups he had thought about.

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Something happened that Shaw would never in his life expect to happen. The bear spoke high speech, it was not unheard of, but to him it was a legend that other animals had that ability, he had heard cats could do it with ease if they showed they were interested in it, but a bear, it was just so unheard of that he was utterly taken aback when the bear chose to talk. Not only that but this showed Shaw that she was not going to attack, making him feel a bit braver yet even more apprehensive, He gave her a slight smile now, and he stood himself, he expected the bear to be so much taller than him… but he towered over her, it was astonishing and well impressive in his thoughts but he wasn’t going to say that out loud, he knew there was more brute strength in the muscles the bear held under her winter fat. Well it didn’t look like she was getting ready to hibernate right now herself, he wasn’t going to say anything though a bear was going to do what it wanted to.

I see, I too am quite new to the territory, it is only scary if you make it so. The trees are at least friendly that I know is true, they give us all we need. If you are a loner it shouldn’t matter where you are.

He wasn’t going to mention boundries and borders, he didn’t know much about bear territories, and he knew that they were not chased out of many packs because bears were a big part of the areas in Canada, something he learned, but just found out today. When she mentioned other wolves though, he was more interested in this bears background, wouldn’t she know more bears than wolves? He was not sure what he should say though, he was quite interested and it seemed the bear was in a way more comfortable around him than he thought was normal.

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Shaw’s interest peeked as the other wolf spoke, either she left on her own free will, or whoever she lived with kicked her out, just as his father kicked him out. But were bear colonies really called packs just like wolf packs? Or did his suspicions that this bear was actually raised in a wolf pack true? All the things she said had come together in her words he’d told her, she didn’t mention bears at all and yet she was a big one at that. It made him wonder if she thought herself as a bear. He wouldn’t want to lift through the illusion just by stating it, but if it came down to it he wouldn’t lie either.

He saw her look down at his flute that was in his hands, the one he’d carved very carefully from wood that had taken him many seasons to perfect. Though the question she asked next was not one he’d expect to hear, he didn’t understand what she meant, he raised an eyebrow though and looked at her questioningly.

I’m sorry but a what?

He asked as politely as he could, he had no doubts he’d be able to pronounce what she just said, but he wasn’t about to try and get it wrong now, in case it offended her, although his confused question could be a offensive, but he did try to say it in a way that it was all his fault for not knowing what she meant.

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Thinking about a bear his own size was just dizzing, he’d never really seen a bear up close … at least this close, and he could tell it would have been one big one if he was as tall as shawchert. Her actions were quite strange, were bears suppose to walk on two legs? It didn’t seem so when she fell down, the hair on the back of Shawchert’s neck stood up, it was nerve wracking to know such a large animal was right next to him, but he wasn’t afraid, not anymore. She seemed so very nice. He explanation made Shaw understand what she was talking about, but it also seemed to make her sad, so she sang pups to sleep? That was quite interesting, he’d never heard a bear speak and here was one, why couldn’t one sing as well, he felt bad when she looked down depressed, he was afraid to ask what had happened to her home. At her request he smiled

I would gladly play for you, I just hope it helps take your sadness away.

He said then put the flute to his mouth where he blew into the flute, making a noise and going from there, he made up this song, it was slow yet upbeat, something that could be danced to or just listened to, it was one of those tunes that was enjoyable to all ears, at least that’s what he felt, and the few that have heard him play it enjoyed it. When he finished he pulled the flute from his mouth and smiled. He did hope it was to her liking, the bear wasn’t what he thought one would be, it was nice though. He was enjoying her company

OOC: Blah what a crapptastic week but I can post more for a bit till I go to another craptastic week next week, on tues ^^;

He was watching her as he played, and saw she was swaying to the music, a dancing bear he would have never thought! It was an amusing sight but he’d trained himself to stay emotionless until the song was finished, he did have a much bigger smile on now, as he was still amused by the bear’s dance, but he was not going to mention it, then she let him know of his absolute rudeness, he’d been so tied up in how she looked, and that she could talk that he’d forgotten to introduce himself.

Oh my apologies, my name is Shawchert Menue, I’m so sorry for not introducing myself before, it really is a pleasure to meet you Malachi

He said, feeling absolutely unhappy with himself. How could he let something important like that slip from his mind, she didn’t seem to put off to it though. He was glad she liked his music, most wolves did, now he knew a bear that did.

So where are you from that you are afraid of these woods?

He asked, he knew it wouldn’t help ease her homesickness, but it would have to be a start for now, then he could make it slightly easier for her to move around and be less afraid, he was only apprehensive of the human structures, he was possibly more intimidated by them than Malachi was, but that was something he wasn’t about to admit.

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He suspected her reaction to his introduction was something of a nice to meet you or something but he wasn’t too sure, but soon he realized that the bear was sniffing around, she was probably hungry, what did bears eat? He waited though, if she was looking it must be somewhere nearby.

I’m sorry for my bad wording, I didn’t really expect you to be afraid, more apprehensive I suppose. Well if you always know where north is and the way the moss grows along the trees you are never truly lost now are you?

He’d learned a long time ago, that moss tended to grow on certain spots on trees in certain areas and the sun always rose and set in the same spots more or less. He continued to watch her as she sorted though the car, which was unyielding. Then she turned is question on him.

I’m from the southwest myself, traveled over the big lakes. I have been a wanderer most of my life, I must say I’m ready to settle down now myself though.

He watched as she continued to look around, not feeling nervous that she would come up and eat him, he doubted bears ate wolves.

Are you looking for something?

He asked a curious tone in his voice, as his eyes moved over Malachi, watching her sniffing around kind of made his own stomach rumble, it’d been a while since he himself had eaten, though he was not going hunting and leaving her here still unsure about both wood and city.

OOC: If you want we can end this pretty soon

She seemed a bit preoccupied though she was listening, he wasn’t sure if what he said came to her or not, but he hoped it did. He didn’t want a scared bear running around especially with him in the vicinity. He watched as she moved around the old car trying to see if there was a way in it. He felt bad he doubted she wanted anything that was inside that old thing. He doubted it’d ever been opened since it’s last occupier left it.

Well tell me what you like best, I think we can scrounge something up.

He looked at the overbaring city and her question stuck to him. He doubted much of anything lived in there except for weeds and vines and what not, maybe someday when it was entirely taken over… but not today. He shook his head at her question.

I doubt that it has anything at all really. I’m sure we’ll find something better in the forest.

Shawchert said as he turned his back on the city, he wasn’t ready to go in there quite yet. It felt too soon.

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Malachi’s comments made Shaw raise his eyebrows, but he was not going to question a hungry bear, the animal was now a few feet ahead of him as he was thinking dumbfounded… did bears really eat moose? But he let that slide as they moved now side by side into the foresee to find something good to eat. As assuredly as he was, they were able to down a young doe and feast off of that, and sadly as the day came to a close Shawchert had to say goodbye, which he did and left, feeling this had been the strangest, yet most interesting day he’d had in his whole life. He’d remember this day forever.