wc 379. sorry it's short.

It seemed to the Irish male that the drama that had seemed to unfold in this pack was finally starting to subside. It was a relief. All that silly drama had managed to unfold right after he had gotten here. First it was the deal with the little wolfdog Sky, then there was a fight about someone sleeping with the alpha and that little dog getting upset and starting a fight. Whatever had happened, the male did not know every detail. All he really cared about was that it seemed to evaporate quickly. Jensen wasn't a fan of all the drama. Being around it to much just got annoying. Sure it was fun to watch for a time... but come on. Get over it.

Jensen was wandering Thornbury for the time being. He peered into the bookstore run by Orin but didn't take the time to actually enter. Maybe another day, when he was more interested in seeing what was all in there. Orin, that woman Sky had fought with, she seemed decent. The people here all seemed pretty decent. Though the man had yet to meet anyone he could actually be alright with calling his friend, let alone a good friend. Not that people seemed to have a hard time figuring out why he didn't have all to large of a close knit circle of friends. Don't have to be a genius for that.

It seemed a lot of the buildings around here were unclaimed. Was the pack really that small in comparison to the amount of buildings they had up? Well, that seemed like a bit of a waste but it left lots of room for when people did decide to join or expanded their families. Puppies... kids...he had never been a fan. That fact hadn't changed. The thought made him scoff before he chuckled to himself. The man walked with his hands at his sides. If he had pockets he'd surely have his hands shoved in there. He wasn't wearing his pants today. He didn't feel the need. He wasn't cold. The crimson and white man took his time, not stopping to gawk over things, but he wasn't exactly in a hurry either. He had nothing but time on his hands here. So it seemed.

wc 335

Jensen had dealt with more females in his time here than males. Not that he was complaining or anything, he rather liked the ratio at this point in time. It was just that he was starting to feel a bit...alone on the friend level. He did not expect to be friends with Shaw, who was the only male he had met and the leader as well. It seemed a habit of the dual coloured male running into the female sex more than his own. Maybe it was coincidence. Maybe the pack just had a crazy ratio. Who knows.

The ears of the male perked as a familiar name was called. His own name called by a vaguely familiar voice. Jensen's orange eyes fell to the male in the distance with his hand in the air and Jensen let his head nod once. Shawchert, that's who's voice that was. His head bobbed upwards in recognition to his name before he spoke on his own accord. "Hello, Shawchert. Where are you off to?" Surely somewhere more interesting than here. This town wasn;t overly abundant in activity when it wasn't about drama. The young male took a few strides towards the male but his pace slowed as the taller man approached. Jensen was not short, but Shawchert still stood a foot taller than himself. The man was large, nobody could ever deny that.

Jensen found it amusing that it was nice to not have anything witty to say about the drama or what was happening with the females in the pack. The quiet about it all was pleasing to the ears. When you fed the man nothing to work with, he was left with no comments. This left Jensen in a friendlier, less quick-tongued mood than one would usually find him.

"This little town you have, it's pretty decent. The way it is set up is...quaint." He said it with a relaxed tone and genuine meaning. He was not poking fun. He meant those words.