Now that Shawchert was far from home he figured he could move at a more comfortable pace. His hip was hurting and ear was stinging, along with his paw and elbows, Legs.... ok everything still hurt, but he was a strong man and it took quite a bit to take him down, though he wasn’t aware that would come to play soon enough. Shawchert walked on all fours, with is bag to his bakc, his sword attached to the top of it, as he would normally if he were in a hurry to get away from some place, and right now he was in a hurry to get out of the peninsula. He didn’t know he was heading towards territories that were dangerous, though he had never had good luck with Inferni, he had forgotten of the fight with the one coyote male, and had more good experiences with the members of inferni than bad so he moved near their borders. He found himself in the drifters bay area, so close to finishing the rushed journey. Then he could change and go from there on two feet.

He wasn’t paying too much attention to anything out in the ways of life, as he wanted to go soon. As soon as possible and he wasn’t in need of actually stopping to talk to anyone, nor did he seem to care if anyone came out to attack him. It would happen sometime, and he knew it, because of his bad luck, so he would just have to let it happen, fight and then head on his way or die. It was up to the stars to give him his destiny because when he had it in his paws, he did no good with the responsibility. His paws moved fast as they moved closer to drifters bay and his tail would soon be facing the pack of Inferni.

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OOC: sorry for the late reply, and lets beat up the dude! If you want pm me if you want anything to happen to Angel or not, i know nothing fatal, but best to discuss a bit. Shawchert, well lets just beat the living crap outta him He can have a broken bone, and lots of bleeding, but he needs to stay alive

His mind wandered around from one subject to the other, from thinking about Orin, making himself feel far more depressed than he should, or a few days before leaving, when he gave Juliet her flute, she was so excited, yet she didn’t show much more than a wag of a tail and a hint of a smile. That smile Shawchert would try to hold in his memory forever. He wished he could see her smile again, but he knew it would be best if his karma, his tainted self was as far from his children as it was possible to be. He moved silently, his whole body still bandaged from the fight only a week before, but everything still hurt even the torn ear he had recieved, which now was what bothered him the most. His arm was well enough to move around and he was healed enough to be on all fours, so he knew all couldn’t be bad if he was healing.

A scent came to him and he stopped abruptly. He sniffed the air and looked around only to spot a black figure close by. His heart skipped a beat, normally he would greet the stranger, but right now he didn’t want company, no he just wanted to go as far as possible. It seemed he wouldn’t make it without the other spotting him, so he looked down at his paws as he started trotting away from the man, trying to skirt from view, though in these flat frozen lands it was easy to spot a big brown and red brute. He wouldn’t have a chance if this man wanted to hurt Shawchert, but Shaw didn’t want to risk him being nice either. He just wanted to go, so he pretended to have not noticed the other as he moved past.