OOC Desired Tier: Cavalry
Canine NPC: No
Non-Canine NPC: No-

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‘Turn towards the south and you will come to the forest’s edge.’ He paused to look up from the earth, there was the forest’s edge ahead of him. He scented the air before digging in and resuming his long loping stride. It had taken him over a month to make his final decision. When he did, it was his belly, never full for long, that had ended his internal debate. It was a wonder he had remembered her exact directions for so long, although there were scents along to way to guide him. Her's was the faintest whisper, instead he followed the trails of other- fresher scents and several heading in one direction. It was his best bet.Follow the forest boundary where the trees meet the open land, Again, her instructions rang clear in his head. He drove himself harder now, keeping his eyes on the horizon, and filling his nostrils with the scents around him. It would not do for him to overstep the invisible barrier of the pack lands. Caspa’s scent was faint, but it was there. She had come this way. The forest was starting to thin and the land opened up before him. Somehow, he knew he was close now. Each step brought him nearer and nearer, and a slight tinge of anxiety crept up his spine.

Until you reach the borders of Cour des Miracles. It hit him like a brick and he stopped suddenly, his claws tearing rivets in the dirt. The scent was thick as the claim to the land. He had not crossed, but the border seemed to spring upon him at the last moment. His heart leapt into his throat and he forcefully swallowed it down again. His breath was heavy and he inhaled sharply. He paused to catch his breath. When his body had settled he closed his green-flecked eyes. He drew in another deep breath, less hurried, and much more satisfying, and allowed the tension to seep out of him as he exhaled. Steeling himself he looked at the lands beyond once more before slowly raising his scarred muzzle to the skies.

A voice pure and deep ascended skyward, the true essence of the wild. It continued on until trailing off abruptly. The last note still hung heavy in the air when the black and white male lowered his head. His paws twitched briefly and then the wait began.

OOC Thank you I'm assuming Strel is in Optime.

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The winter winds did nothing but ruffle his thick black saddled pelt. He felt not the bite of the cold nor the sharpness of the air. His fur was double layered all the better to withstand below freezing temperatures without the slightest discomfort. He was of the harsh north, hardy and resilient. His scars were not fortunate, there and only there did he feel the sting as the fur had not yet grown over to protect them. They lay across his snout bare and pink and vulnerable. He clenched his jaw as a blast of wind washed over him. It ruffled his tail a bit which swayed in the slightest. It was a few moments before he heard the answering to his call. His heart leapt and he rose his head swiftly to peer at who was approaching. It was not Caspa’s voice that rang in his charcoal rimmed ears and he became suddenly wary.

His eyes on the horizon he looked hard before seeing his first glimpses of another form striding towards him. As the male grew closer and closer Augustus grew anxious. When he noticed the other was bipedal his fur bristled. He cut off a growl that had been working in his throat so abruptly he nearly choked. Nothing could be seen of his near mishap except the workings of his throat. To others it would look as if he were merely swallowing. He stiffened, but as the other male came close enough to see his face he tried hard to mask his disproval. He hunched his upper body downwards, eyes on the ground. His tail slunk to curl towards his hind legs, though not enough to touch his belly. He was seeking acceptance, not being reprimanded. As much as the Luperci disquieted him, only made worse by the fact that he was clothed, Augustus was determined not to mess this up. He needed this pack far more than they needed him, and had to found worthy.

The authority’s voice greeted him, but his eyes never strayed to look upon him at this close proximity. I was informed that your borders were open by one of your pack. I wish to winter here. He chose not to elaborate, and kept his words short. He did not raise his head even as his deep vocals conveyed his request. He waited with bated breath for the male to reply.

OOC Whoot, thank you And no problem, I understand. I've had to work a lot lately as well, so it's no biggy.

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Augustus was determined to keep his eyes on the ground for the moments that passed, lest they betray his thoughts. The male’s form troubled him far more than he ever could have known. As healed as the wounds were, the ones within were far from closed. He closed his eyes and remembered his solemn promise to the larger Luperci male he had met near a month previous. The clothing, however made it difficult for him. A canine that masqueraded himself around as a human would never be met with open arms as far as Augustus was concerned. He let a sigh fall from his lips and ever so slowly his gaze floated upwards. His shoulders eased, but his fur remained bristled. He did not look the stranger in the eye, but revealed his scarred visage. The lines in the side of his face were harsh and ragged, but a part of him none-the-less.

He resolved himself not to utter Caspa’s name. If any disturbance occurred on his behalf he did not want her held responsible. His own words backfired against him, and he was forced to give reply. He hesitated. A- - dog. He said haltingly, his face screwed up in concentration as if he were trying to recall her name, when in reality he’d never forgotten it to begin with. A white dog…long fur…female. It was better than nothing, and well worth a try. The black saddled male swished his tail once, brows furrowed. He let his gaze shift. Whatever this man would do, he could not accuse him of lying, he’d simply withheld a minor detail.

The whole situation did nothing to ease his thoughts. They raced along a trail of deep rooted uncertainty. This pack would make life easier for him, although its member may be ill suited to his taste. He was a wolf through and through and his pride would prove difficult to overcome, although he’d somehow managed with Caspa, others, he wasn’t so sure of. These thoughts were for another time, and he focused his full attention on the blatantly bi-legged leader.

OOC Hope you had a great Christmas Sorry he's such a pain, xP

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Out of the corner of his yellow and green flecked gaze he saw the Dauphin give pause. Did he know who he was speaking of off the top if his head? Caspa would never forgive him if he ran into trouble. And right now she was one of the few that accepted him, fangs and all. The furrow in his forehead made Augustus watchful. He’d been far too descript. His ears twitched as the bipedal creature admitted that he may indeed know who Augustus was describing. He twitched his tail and rose his head in the slightest, eyes focused on the ground before him. He screwed up his face as if trying terribly hard to recall a name that was in reality on the tip of his tongue. “It was a little over a month ago…I’d only met her that one time.” He started. It wasn’t a lie at all, he was speaking the truth, although he recalled much more of their meeting than he dared let on. “I really can’t recall her name…Maybe, it will come to me later?” His deceit was so convincing even he himself might have believed it.

In truth, he remembered almost everything of their meeting. The hare she’d shared with him, he even vaguely remembered her calling him a prince. He was feeling uneasy, telling a half-truth to one of the leaders of the pack he intended to join, but he did not want Caspa taking the fall for any trouble he might encounter, and knowing him, how he was, he’d surely run into some trouble somewhere down the line. “I wish I could tell you,” he uttered with a mildly frustrated sigh. “It was a while ago, if I hadn’t of been dwelling near by here, I probably wouldn’t’ have found this place either.”