pff. need to get used to him again.
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So far life in the pack had been uneventful. Spenser hadn't been as social as he normally was, usually sticking around his house and doing this and that. Mostly fashioning clothes out of boredom and because he was lacking some nicer things. He even made himself a new pair of bluejeans. Today he was wearing a loose sweatshirt with those bluejeans and he headed outside to wander around. Today he didn't look anything special; he wasn't very well groomed today(purposefully, he only looks ungroomed). His hair was messily tossed about, like he'd just gotten out of bed. It was a look Spenser had every now and then. Part of his expansive closet of different styles. And today was just one of those days where he was feeling more lazy than anything else, so a lazy outfit and hairstyle was suited for him today.
He walked along the street, comfortable in the cold. Snow blanketed the ground evenly ahead of him and he found his way to that garden Skye had talked about. Oh, yeah. He'd meant to go see her, but she'd had to do other things the day she accepted him, so they parted ways. It wasn't hard finding his own home though and he had settled in there quick, taking the next several days to get nice and comfortable and make the house a home.
He'd yet to make any friends, really. So maybe if he ran into anyone today, he could make friends. Invite them over, or something. Whatever friends did. Whatever... normal people did. He had a lot to learn, but he was very excited to meet the members hanging around. He was living in an artsy pack full of artsy people and he was very eager to see them do their things. Spenser wasn't going to seek anyone out, but if anyone happened to show up, he'd be quite social. For now he just wandered around aimlessly, bright eyes cast around to take in the cold surroundings with a slight smile on his long, narrow face.
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OOc: I kinda made it if they were near the border 0_0 Let me know if you're unhappy with that
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Axelle always found herself in the worst places. Today she was on pack lands, but kind of on purpose. She had made it her goal just recently to meet a Cercatori d'Arte member, and today she hoped to do just that. This territory was new to her. She had never been here before, not even near it. She heard about the members and how they were all artists in some way. Hopefully, being an artist took away their vicious side.
She kept close to the borders not wanting to intrude absolutely, even though she was intruding already and it didn't make much of a difference. Axelle had been walking for a while when the scent of another caught her off guard. She instantly became extremely nervous and stopped dead in her tracks. A little ways in the distance was a male wandering around. He didn't look like he had a particular destination in mind, and she continued toward him. She inhaled deeply trying to calm her nerves. This is your chance to meet one of them. You can do it, Axelle. She tried coaxing herself, but it wasn’t helping much.
The male didn't seem to notice her or smell her in anyway. She continued to approach him completely masked. This means I can run at any time. The thought made her a little more comfortable. Then she neared him enough for him to hear her call out to him.
Hey!
Axelle had to remind herself that she was intruding, and anything could happen at this point. She hoped he was one of the more easygoing, calm ones, but that was not clear at the moment. She inhaled deeply a few more times to calm herself. She wasn’t sure how this was going to go down, but she hoped better than she had expected.
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OOC: Aaaand...sankara enters the scene!!! mind if i join?
The chilly air blowed through the trees, even thought the sun was already high in the sky. On the borderline of Thornsbury there was a small cave made by fallen tree trunks, in which there was a small shape rising and falling on it's sleep. The form began to move, and after yawning, it came out of the small shelter. The wolfess yawned once again and shook off sleep.
Then Sankara turned her head towards all directions. What would she do next? It was still early, and she wasn't hungry at all, so she decided to go for a walk over the lake's border. She enjoyed to go there, specially when the sunrise reflected beautyful colors on the surface of the calmed waters and she could watch the beautyful scenery. The grizzly female trotted towards it, and when she arrived, she headed towards the edge of the water and leaned to take a sip of cool water. It resulted invigorating. She would have loved getting to swim, but she had very present that it was winter and that there were pieces of frost floating in some parts of the water. Instead, she unwalked the road to the lake and walked past Thornsbury. When she was getting closer to the pack's borderline she saw somebody walking by. He (Sankara could tell it was a male) was walking on it's bipedal form; he had messy hair, but in a good way. As if it was supposed to look like that. All the opposite to Sankara's hair when she was on her Optime form. Her hair was all messy, because she didn't pay much attention to her look.
But what most called her attention was what he had on. He was wearing fancy clothes. Sankara had heard about wolves wearing clothes, but she imagined pieces of ragged cloth sewn in some places; she hadn't expected this. The man before her was wearing clothes that almost adapted to his figure, and very neat ones. That's curious. But why would somebody would wear something like that? isn't it unconfortable?
Sankara was a very fereal wolf. She walked on all fours most of the time, unless she wanted to paint or she needed to lift and transport things, so she had never wore a thing such as clothes. She enjoyed her way of life the way it was. Period. She had never thought about a change since she arrived to CdA. She noticed that other wolves enjoyed being on their Optime form most of the time, as well as fixing their fur an mane, and even dyeing it. But sankara didn't really care. She wasn't fond of human stuff. She didn't even know how to read! (luckly, orin was helping her with that matter) If she needed to transmit a message, she simply drew it.
Sankara was so lost on her thoughts that she jumped and made an 'Eeeek!' when a raven made noise while it took flight.
As she calmed herself, she looked back to the stranger, hoping that she could meet him...until she picked up another smell. It was the one of a stranger: It was a stranger definitely. Somebody was trespassing. Sankara saw another female appear. She sprinted towards the stranger and stood some meters away from the other two, but she only looked at the intruder. Her head and ears were perked up, as well as her as her tail. She was a bit tense, but she intended to look dominant. Not agressive, but still dominant.
What is this female doing here? Hi, i don't want to be rude, but would you mind telling me what brought you here?. Her tone was soft, yet demanding. Her eyes met the female's, waiting for a good answer.
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