Today was not a nice day, it could be noted. The sun had been non existent today but the young male's morning routine was so ingrained into his body clock that he didnt need the external que of the sun to wake him. He had skipped his bath this morning, an unusual feat for the anal retentive male. His run, on the other hand, had been a long one. He'd stretched out to the Wastelands and the cliffs to the west of them. He usually went to the beach and gazed out at the small island that fascinated him before returning to Wolfville and trying to do something useful with his day. Today had been overcast and groggy, threatening to throw rain but falling short on that threat. His lungs burned happily in his chest, a sign that his run had been both hard and good for him.


Green eyes swept the greyness of Wolfville, wondering on the species that had created the town. He remembered the playdate he had had here with Mia and made a mental note to seek her out in a few days and drag her to the park just outside of the main highstreet. He wanted to see the young female again and he wondered what she'd been up to since they had laughed and played in the streets weeks before. However, he was distracted from his mental notes by the flashing of a knife. He hadnt seen the silver figure in the doorway, nor the small brown chunk of wood that was held in his hands, all he saw was the knife in the creature's other hand.


Weeks spent as a loner had taught the young Stormbringer to be wary of strangers and as Saul drew closer he could smell that this male was fresh to Dahlia. He didn't have the jumbled mixture of scents that Saul associated with packs, a potion made of everyone else around you. He could have been days or just a few weeks old into Dahlia. But Conor had accepted him and therefore Saul was not to be too cautious. Green eyes flashed softly as he drew closer, watching the hands work with deft faith in that they would land where they were told. He glanced up at the wolf who was performing this carving and smile tentatively.


"Hi... I'm Saul. You're new to Dahlia."


He stated easily, almost boldly to the male. He didnt know what this creature was like, didnt even know his name. But he must have been alright because Conor would not have allowed him access to their pack. He wondered what the male was making, what it was for. He kept the wonderings to hisself, waiting for a response from the male with the interesting craft.


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There was some dangerous aura hanging around the male in front of him that made the young male edgy. Not only did he remind the young male of those loners he had strived hard to keep away from, but the seemingly anit-social manner with which the red eyes of the male looked at him reminded Saul prfoundly of a nightmare he had woken up from a few nights ago. He'd been trapped in a cave, most likely underground although he couldnt be sure. In front of his face had hung a baby rabbit, headless and dripping with blood. The blood had pooled on the cave floor to form two large red eyes that had stared up at him, unblinking and distinctively hostile. Of course, Saul didnt want to become prejudiced towards this newcomer because of the colour of his eyes and the hostility of his gaze. He confirmed what Saul stated and it seemed to spring flat on the surface of their short conversation.


There was an awkwardness about their meeting that made the young male uncomfortable. It was almost as though Saul had walked in on something elicit and illegal that this male was doing and tried to spark up an interesting conversation. Not only was he much older than himself, but there was obviously something different about the creature that Saul could not explain. The weather outside seemed to darken and Saul thought he heard a rumble of thunder in the distance. Fear squeezed his gutts and he glanced skyward. The same overcast background painted behind him and it didnt appear to have darkened at all. Perhaps he had imagined the drop in lighting and temperature. However, deep rumbling tones distracted him from his ponderings and he glanced back at the silvery male. He had given his name, although it was a strange one to the young male.


"It's nice to meet you Valentine..."


He intoned awkwardly, not knowing what else to say. What exactly was he to say to the older male who appeared to want to be on his own. Maybe Saul should move on, but he felt commited to the conversation now and he was extremely curious as to what the male was doing with his hands. Sitting on the floor, Saul allowed emerald eyes to watch as he whittled the wood, shaping and creating holes. He had no idea what it was, but the rhythm of Valentine's hands were mesmerising to him. Before he bottled it and walked away, Saul pipped up once more.


"What are you doing, Mr Valentine?"


He asked politely, trying not to provoke any anger that may have been within this creature. He hadn't quite sussed him out yet and was wary of the silver male.


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