+3

He watched as his newer member, and soon becoming friend did something, but he was a bit too far for him to see, before trotting over to Shawchert. He was happy that the young coyote seemed at home enough to be casually talking to Shawchert. Shaw liked that oddly enough, he liked a friendly atmosphere, but he remembered that this was his pack and much of it were his rules, and if something went wrong he would go into leader mode, but right now, he felt a normal member, for who was it that made the pack a whole? Shawchert smiled at the greeting.

Ok I’ll grab up a little something for you!

He said he put his work down, seeing the coyote man look at it, and soon he stepped into his house for a little bit to grab an old bowl and dip it in the bucket he held the water in. he knew that Slade could not change so it would be proper to give him something he could lap. Outside again he set the bowl down and picked up his work, in time to hear Slade asked what he was making.

Well right now I’m not sure, shaping this one is hard, might make it into a figurine of a tree.

He chuckled at the irony of turning a piece of wood into a fake tree. He did like irony in such things though. It made the world seem like… a nicer place.

Or even something different. Sometimes I let my imagination go wild. So how have you been? Glad to hear you are not making any more trouble.

He said with a friendly smile, it was made as a joke more than anything else and he hoped the coyote had enough humor to see it. He was sure the man would, he could see that he had the mischievous glint in his eyes, a troublemaker but not purposefully, and it kept Shawchert on his feet at least. As long as no one was injured Shawchert would keep trying to help poor Slade fit into the pack a little more.

+3 OOC:!!!

You would be surprised at how many in this pack have imaginations. That’s what makes us unique. We use that imagination to make a better world. So you surely aren’t alone, you just have to learn how to control that imagination.

Shaw answered happily. He knew that the young ones could let their imaginations get too wild, and he’d witnessed it in Slade, but he could see that the man was making an improvement. Shaw had been like Slade once in his lifetime, but as he grew older he also grew calmer, but he never let that spark die, or he feared he would not be fully who he was. He smiled at the man’s apology for rambling on. Shaw lifted the hand that held his knife and shook his head.

No worries friend, I am always a good ear to talk to.

And indeed he was, he was willing to listen to problems and try to fix them in any way. Sure Shaw had made quite a few mistakes in his lifetime, but he’s learned to either avoid it the next time or do whatever else was an option, even though he wished sometimes the things he did had not happened, he knew he would not be the wolf he was today. He smiled at the young man now, ah the beginning of the pack.

Well, it wasn’t long ago actually. I have been in the area since September, and that is when the idea of the pack became. Skye and I had met… Skye is the co leader, and she gave me the idea. I have never thought about being a leader but when she mentioned a pack full of performers, actually joking, it hit me. That was when I started recruiting. About a month later we came here, We created the border tree, and have been here since. Three months, it’s not as good as the packs that have been around for ten years in other areas, but we do not plan to leave any time soon.

He said, then stopped waiting to hear Slade’s reaction. He wasn’t sure what it would be but he was sure it wasn’t what he would expect it to actually be. He was going to have to accept it for all it was though. With Slade’s imagination, he was sure he had something much more different and heroic in mind.

+3 !

He could see the slight disappointment in his coyote’s face. yes he wished his pack had formed on more exciting terms but they were a pack of artists, there was nothing to say they couldn’t spice it up, but Shaw was no story teller. He had to think a bit about what “heroics” he could think of and he shrugged a little.
I had saved Orin Takekuro from a tree, she’s one of our writers, I had found her in a tree about to get her poor foot ripped off. I managed to save her foot in the least. Orin would know about anything else, she’s writing a whole history of Cercatori actually.

He said, he couldn’t think of anything that the pack really did that was heroic though he remembered the bon fire night. That has been a very good day indeed, but it was more of a celebration than anything else, and now he was planning something more, since he had missed the New Year celebration he had been planning as so many things had happened.

I am sure in the future there will be more, but we will not be the ones to go to war either. I hope to keep peace with all the packs around here, and heroics might help if someone is in need of saving.

Shaw said, his knife was making the trunk of what the tree would look like now. His hands moved deftly, and quickly as he looked down at his project. It was like building his pack. He thought, first you had to start with an idea, and then you had to work it out. Not everything came to plan but in the end… if it was directed right, things would be the best for everyone. He couldn’t help but smile at his analogy between a chunk of wood and a pack.

+3 OOC: Sorry about the wait.

Shawchert left the man to his own thoughts as he worked out the item in his hands a few ideas popped up in his head and he’d almost forgotten the other had been sitting next to him watching him. He was working on the branches that were actually slightly hard he had to use a pick he’d had next to him on the steps to actually pull the wood apart. But it was coming along nicely. He was brought back to reality as Slade spoke.

Yes it does help to have hands. I don’t think I could do so well if I just had my paws to work with. It would be rather hard to hold a knife.

Shawchert chuckled looking over at the coyote sitting next to him. Was the man thinking of becoming a Luperci or something? He looked back to his project and spoke again.

Luperci is a very nice thing. I have been one my whole life but… though there are no huge disadvantages of being a Luperci, you also can’t go back to just being a regular canine.

He said, matter of factly. He was not going to be changing the coyote, he had no intentions to. He would not pass on the virus unless there was any need. He could see there was no need to actually change anyone into a Luperci for any reason other than want or accident… or pure spite. He wasn’t one to change anyone from who they were born to be. he would suggest someone who might do it, but he was not going to be the one. There were plenty of Luperci now that it was so rare to see anyone of pure canine blood. They would be infected if they had one Luperci parent… in fact by the time the child was born… both would be Luperci. Shawchert forced his mind back on his project. Those were scientific thoughts… he was no scientist.

WC: 320 OOC: Yay all done

You can shift yes, but your true blood, the old blood, it will never be the same, your children and their children and the children after that will all be Luperci. I’m afraid the old blood will be gone for good soon.

Shawchert explained to the coyote, and he’d seen it, with the travel he had done. There had been very few like Slade, who were able to go under the radar of the infection that spread through all Luperci.

But if that is your wish I am sure somebody will grant it.

Shawchert said with a finality, he wasn’t fighting against being a Luperci, in every way it was the best thing that happened, in Shaw’s opinion, but there were always two sides to a story, there had to have been some type of disadvantage. Could not have good without the bad or the bad without the good. That was what Shawchert believed in. he knew the bad here was that the old blood, the blood that was not infected with the virus the humans set upon the word, would die soon. Everything would become infected soon enough.

Thank you, it was good to have your company, now try to remember some of those adventures you are having. I’m sure that there are many pups around that would love to hear of them.

Shawchert answered as he watched to coyote walk away. Shaw couldn’t help but smile at the backside of the coyote… he was a good man, if only he would grow into his mind, though there was nothing wrong with pretending things were real, and he didn’t want anyone to lose their childhood any sooner than Shaw had himself. He wouldn’t complain, the young man was if anything good for his stories and his conversation, though Shaw felt he might have to put himself to work on teaching him how to catch things slightly bigger than mice.