Word Count → 231 :: OOC: so you know, you shouldn't play other peoples NPC companions, it's a form of pp on the other person. Just for future reference

Things were going as slowly as they normally did. It was music to Shaw’s ears. Though he liked action so much more, he also knew what it cost to have such things, no he was happy with the quiet life. Izzy spoke up alerting Shaw, and he focused where her head was turned. There; a black wolf was standing by the borders. Shawchert raised his eyebrows a bit before hearing her out. He nodded in understanding though he came no closer.

“Hello; my name is Shawchert Menue, you’re at the border of Cercatori d’ Arte. What brings you so close to our home? I’m sure wandering around has its limits for pack members?”

Shaw could smell the other pack on the woman from as far as he could. He didn’t know which one, but it was probably one of the northern packs. There were only a few here that he knew of and he’d learned those scents. Izzy moved on top of Shaw’s head, as though she was trying to get a better look, though it made her far taller than need be. The rodent like creature twitched her nose a few times before settling back down on his shoulder. She didn’t speak out about anything, which usually was good for anyone near them. He waited for an introduction; and to see what this wolf wanted.

Word Count → 232 :: OOC: is all good, ^^

Shawchert shook his head when she spoke. He was doing his duty, disturbing was the least she was doing. In his mind she was making his day slightly more exciting, but his words countered his thoughts a bit. He didn’t need to say such things to a total stranger.

“No; I was on patrol, it’s my duty to see to those who are at the border. You have met someone here? Who? What skills do you need improving on?”

He asked; interested in who this woman had met and what she meant by improving her skills. He didn’t know if he met anyone from Anathema before, he had heard of the place, but he couldn’t recall anyone coming around that had been from there. He wondered what it was like; how the wolves acted, if they were anything like Inferni, which Shaw had visited once and was nearly beaten out. For now though his questions he had asked would suffice until they were answered. He wasn’t going to give the woman too much information about his pack, nor did he feel the need to give her a tour of the place, it would be like showing someone exactly where everyone lived and what their routines were. It wasn’t something he was willing to risk upon his pack mates. He had been dumb enough once but never again.

Word Count → 273 :: OOC: I'm sorry for being so late of a reply, I'm still around

Shawchert said fondly of the wolf he met only a couple times, but how could he not speak fondly of his packmates? Then a picture of Taliesin came to his head and he knew that answer, but it wasn’t to come out to strangers ever. He listened as she spoke about sparring and testing her skills and he smiled.

“Well seeing as we are a pack of trades, I do not see why we could not trade a few blows here and there.”

He chuckled, though he was just trying to make what he said a little funnier than it actually was. It was true about what the pack was, but not the second part. Trading blows wasn’t what Skye would say was really much of a trade at all. He looked around first to make sure the coast was clear, he had been on patrol after all, but most everything was quiet. It was slightly odd that a total stranger would come to request this but as she seemed to be the only wolf within the vacinity.... he couldn’t pass up a challange.

“So our natural weapons then? Or something more?”

He would probably win in a wrestling match, though he was a bit slower than most due to his sheer size, he also had a bit of muscle on his side. In any case practice was practice and he could use for a bit. Not many in the pack really wanted to spar much except for his Capitaina.