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Word Count → 308 :: OOC: Yay dated for today if you all are alright with that , enjooooyy i hope i left things open for you Lul, and Temo, you can bring him in to see the two or just have him hnear the borders, well meet up eventually 
Shawchert’s routine started normal; as it always did, he got up and semoved his traps, this time though he had his daughter with him. Juliet. He was happy to show the young girl his routine and to show her that the pack would continue to be safe as long as he and his mother continued their work for the pack itself. He showed her his way around, pointing out bends in the leaves and branches, and showing her how he knew what made them.
“Only a very skilled luperci could hide himself well enough without being able to be tracked.”
He said, the thought brought him to Argul who had been pretty good about hiding his own self from the scene where he’d murdered the children. He hoped there would be no one as skilled as that to come into the lands, or they would be hurting once again. For now things were peaceful and that was the way Shawchert was goign to see to it. The two were no out near the borders as he showed her where there had been deer earlier. It was good practice if she were to become a hunter.
“There’s not usually anyone who’s come inside the border, but if there is we want to try to track their trail so we can see if they headed out or not, if they did we leave the trail at the border and continue on, if not, well they would have a big surprise comign to them.”
Shaw explained as he stood back up wiping his hands on his leg to get the dirt off, he looked down to see if Juliet had any questions for him. If not they could be on their way, ut usually the girl had one, or a million questions.
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Today Juliet's day was normal at the start; she woke up and brushed her wild hair into a manageable ponytail, then she ate some breakfast before heading out to be with her dad. She had asked him if he would take her out to show him what he did all day, after all he wasn't always home crafting something up. Like everyone in the pack he worked and "patrolled", she needed to know what that was. She followed him around like a lost puppy as he pointed out from broken branches to paw and hoof prints, to her it just sounded like he was hunting.
The cream-colored girl looked up at her dad listening to every word, making sure her remembered it all so if she wanted to help him with his job she could. "Have you ever found someone skilled enough to hid like that?" She asked in an almost monotone voice, her eyes were the ones that told her emotions as they looked around with the curiosity of a kitten. What would someone that skilled want to do? Why would they want to be sneaky, did they not like others? Shaking her head mentally she cleared her mind to listen to her dad once more, getting down on her knees as he showed her a deer trail.
Her finders traced the hoof marks, placing her hand over it even to compare the sizes. She even sniffed the ground lightly to see if she could smell the creature, though she couldn't. Her tail wagged lightly as she looked up at her dad and got back up like he did. Though the wagging stopped when she looked at her hands and knees. Ew she was dirty now, quickly she brushed of the dirt hoping all traces would disappear from her pretty fur.
"Why would they try to come in this far without asking? Your suppose to ask right dad? And what do we do to trespassers? Do we hurt them or do we tell them that they are in a pack's territory? Um... Do you take care of them?" Man, questions poured out of the girl like a leak in a dam. She just kept asking, very curious of the answers that hung at the end of every word. Her eyes looked up at him full of curiosity, surely he knew the answers. Right?
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He could feel the cold bite of the approaching winter in the air. Ibycus made his way along the trails as he was heading in a southerly direction. On occasion, the leaves from the trees overhead would shower down around him as a breeze would wander by and shake them loose from the limbs.
The cold did not bother him as his thick coat of fur would protect him from it as it had done in the cold winters in the mountains of Italy where he was raised. It was the short days and long nights that sent him into mild depression every winter. It did not affect him that bad, but he always looked forward to spring and the long days of summer.
The faint trail that was crisscrossed with deer tracks gave way to a well used and packed trail. With a slight frown that crept across his muzzle, Ibycus pondered where he was and where he was going. He may have been new to the area, but the one thing that remained fairly constant was territorial markings. The well used trail was a clue that he may be getting close to a pack boarder and he kept an eye out for the telltales so as not to enter into a territory uninvited.
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Shawchert knew it would be hard to explain things like this to Juliet, or anyone younger than an adult who hasn’t actually had need to protect a home, or felt territorial. Shawchert was quite territorial; even before Argul came. He’d caught a tresspasser or two, well more considering at the beginning they had nothing but, it was like the other wolves had been testing them.
“Yes sweetie, I have, and it was... disasterous.”
He knew that Juliet had been told in a way about Argul and the brother she never got to know. The one she didn’t know was still wandering near Shawchert every now and again. His face was in a frown a solid unhappy one, almost as though he’d seen death. Her barrage of questions snapped him out of it and he couldn’t help smile slightly at them. She really was full of questions.
“Some wolves mean others harm. There was a wolf who came to steal from us then, he came back to spite us because I had not let him through. He tried burning our tree, it was not a simple thing. Wolve’s like that need to be dealt with yes we had a pretty big fight,
He pointed to his chest, where the reminents of that fight still lay under his fur. It wasn’t as noticable as the other man’s would be but it pained Shaw now and again, but only for a short while, and he knew that wouldn’t last forever
“but if someone is trespassing we usually make sure to have a word with them and make them leave. I’ve escorted a good few wolves out myself.”
He stopped and his ears perked. A scent came to him and he held out one hand to her for her to stop and the other went to his mouth as he said shhh. He crept closer to where he caught the scent of the other. He was up wind so he probably hadn’t gotten the scent of the borders yet, but he was quite close. Shawchert could see the brown and white of the man, though it wasn’t too easy, he did blend in with the scenery a little bit. Standing at full height; after seeing the man was not possibly a threat, he just looked a little lost.
“Hello there, you look lost. My name’s Shawchert Menue, and you are close to the borders of Cercatori d’ Arte; do you need any assistance?”
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She watched him, watched how he acted and moved. Her indigo eyes scanned his face as he frowned and then snapped into a smile, why did everyone seem to do that? Were they thinking of a different subject that effected them, or was it something else? What ever the case she listened to his answers to her flood of questions, her ears attentive to his every word.
She did not like the answers, most of them were unpleasant and just made her upset with what others did to each other. Why was so many wolves not full of kindness, why did they need to steal and harm another of their own kind? Her eyes then showed her shock when Shawchert mentioned that someone wanted to burn down their giant tree, now that was awful. What did the tree ever do to them, it just sat there with decorations and welcomed everyone. What was so bad about the big tree?
As her large father pointed to her chest she stepped very close to him to look at the spot he pointed out only to find fur, "is there a scar there? She asked in question as she stepped back after not seeing anything. "Does it still hurt?"
She was about to comment on his last words about escorting others but something caught her attention, her father's too by the looks of it. It was a scent unfamiliar to her, now who was that? She looked at her father and saw him signing for her to keep quiet so she nodded to let him know she understood. Juliet followed her father her tail curled up slightly and swayed, not to show any form of dominance but to portray her curiosity to the man that they had found.
She stayed behind her father hoping to not make him or the newcomer uncomfortable by her presence though she peaked around him and looked at the white and tan man with curiosity sparkling in her eyes. "Who is he?" She murmured to herself.
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Ibycus
Wandering between the trees and following various trails on his trek southward, Ibycus was mildly surprised to hear someone talking and it took him a moment to realize that they were talking to him. The breeze must be blowing their scent away from him as his nose had not noticed anyone near by. His head moved around until his eyes lit onto a large Luperci that was bigger than himself. He could not help but smile at the humorous sight of a smaller Luperci peaking around the large one, like a child trying to see from a safe vantage point.
"Saluto, my good friends." Ibycus replied, the smile still on his muzzle. "It is good to meet you, Signore Menue, My name is Ibycus." After he introduced himself, he pondered for a few moments, then said "I have only been in this country for a few months and as such, I do not know where I am and do not know where I am going, I cannot say that I am lost, but I can say I am traveling to wherever my feet take me, which, at the moment, is south." was his answer of whether or not if he was lost. "Signore, I hope I had not crossed your border" He said with a glance around him, the smile somewhat disappearing from his muzzle as his thoughts became more serious, "My apologies if I had."
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