It had been so long since he had made his way to Halifax for the simple purpose of going to his music shop. In his mind he was aware that the shop was not just his, that other canines probably had found it as well but he had taken the time to clean the place up and he had taken the time to organize the mess the humans had left behind and it was where he had found his treasured violin, stored neatly behind glass, untouched in years. Although the Knight was a protector first and foremost but music had influenced him greatly. It was the little skills he had needed to develop, the patience that each new skill took to learn and the end result three years later of being able to just play, express himself. It was those simple things that had helped to mold him into the leader he was today.


Turning the corner he spotted the shop, a tall and thin building made up of two levels and a concrete roof. In one hand he juggled the chains wrapped around the door handles while his other hand held his violin case. Once the chains fell limp to the ground he easily opened the door and took a deep breath. The store still smelt of musty paper, from the many music books on shelves. Eagerly he placed the violin case down and quickly opened it, picking up his instrument and pulling the horsehair bow against the strings while tweaking the nobs to adjust the tuning. With ease he sat down on the counter and began to fiddle lightly, a happy tune. Fenris knew the male had reason to not be in the best mood with bandages wrapped around his upper torso, still holding his couple of broken ribs in place and protecting the gash from getting infected, but he was happy to have a moment to himself regardless.

The music relaxed him. There were certain aspects to being a leader that were wonderful. He had a group of wolves with similar values to him that worked together for a common cause, and they all respected him and would help him fulfill his dreams. It was nice having Anann there to work right beside him. But as of late he had been working very hard on pack relations. Making sure all packs received an offering of peace and were aware of Casa di Cavalieri’s goals and skills. All leaders who he had met with had willingly accepted the gifts and had responded very positively to his explanation of the pack. As far as he was concerned Casa was in a good place politically for their first year, though after a short break he would return to his efforts. For now it was a relief to remove himself from the pack. He had confidence that even if both of the leaders were out of the lands the Cavalierites would be more than able to take care of the Fort, many of them were very able warriors and a sparring was not uncommon between members.


His ears perked as the door opened and closed, yellow eyes glancing at to briefly take in the stranger but upon finding that she had quietly taken to a wall he promptly returned his focus to his music, hoping she would remain silent. Her words broke his peace as well as his wish though, the question frustrating him slightly as he ended the song with a cadence. Lowering his bow the Knight stood from his perch, fully displaying his full mass, handsome face, and his bandaged chest to the female. Not at all. I regularly play around my pack lands. I found this shop when I was very young and just enjoy visiting old memories every now and then. It’s a little hide out from the world.


With a crooked smile he added, However, it isn’t too uncommon that a stranger pops in when they notice the place isn’t as disserted as they initially thought. The fae was not particularly small and the knives instantly told the Sole that she could probably hold her own. Though she was quite pretty with emerald eyes and darker fur. Her scent was strange, much like that of Ghita when she had first arrived off the boat. Clearly she hadn’t been in the area very long since she did not carry the scent of Nova Scotia that most loners did, or a pack’s scent. So, how long have you been in Nova Scotia? You reek of the ocean and foreigner.