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Dated ze 19th /+514


There was much to do if Ezequiel was to secure his place in the pack before Tlantli went ahead with her plan, friendships and alliances to make and goodwill to gather. For the moment Ezequiel had been accepted into the pack and his position on Tlantli's recommendation and their fake mateship but once she left the pack, neither of those things would be present and if Ezequiel hadn't been able to cement the position by his own merits then things could go very bad very quickly.

But even with all the things that needed doing, and indeed the last few days Ezequiel had been working hard at getting Anita settled in with the pack as well as hunting in what time he had spare, Ezequiel was only a canine and he couldn't work full stop with no breaks for too long. Ezequiel enjoyed carving but it tended to be a time consuming activity, Ezequiel was somewhat of a perfectionist and hated to leave a carving unfinished, so instead he had taken to sketching recently; carrying his sketchbook around almost constantly.

The book was a big, bulky thing, scraps of leather and sinew cord shielding and holding together paper scavenged from anywhere Ezequiel could find it, but it worked and carrying the weight in tasks that would allow it helped Ezequiel build up his muscles if nothing else, though it did tend to make climbing and hunting rather hard so when Ezequiel was doing those activities he generally left it behind.

Ezequiel was taking such a break now, leaning back against a tree deep in the territory, his sketchbook resting on his knees. Ezequiel was starting to finally let himself relax for the first time in over a year and it showed, his staff lay off to one side and his bandolier of knives was hanging from a branch above him. That being said old habits died slowly and Ezequiel wasn't entirely unarmed, a single thin knife was tucked inside the back cover of his sketchbook, bulky and haphazard construction hiding the blade from view.

Ezequiel chewed his pencil idly as he looked over the piece he was working on now, the same drawing that he had been adding to on and off for the last few days. Ezequiel often designed tattoo's in his spare time if he didn't feel like drawing the scenery around him or some other subject and his book was full of designs that would never see use; Ezequiel tended to assign specific emotional values, usually people close to him, to his tattoos and this was what stopped him from covering his body head to toe in the designs he had made.

The design followed the curvy tribal styling that Ezequiel's other designs did, a style he was fond of and was beginning to take shape, the vague outline of a bird emerging from the jumble of lines and curves as Ezequiel added to and modified the drawing. While the piece was almost done it would likely be several more days before Ezequiel was happy with it and stopped changing it.


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WC:: 349 - Sorry about the delay :3


Keeping to a brisk pace, tail swaying happily behind her she began to make her way out to one of her many drawing spots, keeping to familiar trails and open paths where nothing could jump out and catch her off guard. Trailing behind her silently was Omitl, the Canada lynx rarely left home, but the dark coated girl didn't question the other's company; Omi was free to do as she pleased and although the D'angelo would never admit as such allowed, she quite enjoyed the female's silent company at times. As usual she carried her drawing equipment in the leather bag that hung from her shoulder, Rosemary too had been shoved into the bag with the rest of the girls contents, the brown toy's floppy ears hung out, too large to fit in the small bag aswell.

As she walked another’s trail reached her, lingering in the direction she was heading. A stranger? she thought aloud, titling her head in consideration she simply stared in the direction the scent seemed to lead to, undecided what to make of the situation. Not one for socialization outside of her blood related family, she didn't care to find this new person and interact with them, making small talk and acting out niceties, although at the same time she was curious to put a name and face to the strangers scent just so she could identify him later. Gripping the bag strap slung across her chest with her right arm, she made her way towards the other, moving more cautiously and making note to soften her footsteps where possible... she just wanted to look at the new person, that was all.

When the other came into sight she crouched down behind a tree and bushes, placing a knee upon the ground to keep herself steady. Beside her Omi sat down, looking towards her and to the stranger once before laying down. Peering through the foliage she observed, not wishing to make herself known, nor intending to be rude and spy, just to watch and learn about this new, strange male, that was all.


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