[P] I was just busy watching everyone go by
P. Octavius | Bathurst
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Dated for the beginning of September (2nd, maybe?)

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Loyal shadows, lengthening now with the aging day, followed a pair of Luperci, encouraging them onwards silently as they pressed slowly through town. Lagging a little behind at the end of a rope, a lame goat followed lazily and bleated irritation occasionally as if to remind the pair that they'd been traveling for quite some time. A rest was in order. The sun was beginning to make its sleepy descent in the sky, soon to be snug under cover of the horizon. Soon to leave the world and all its creatures in darkness. Yes, now would be a perfect time to stop and tuck in for the evening.

Turning sunset eyes to the sky, Milos estimated that they had about 4 more hours until dusk - plenty of time to find a suitable cabin for the trio to rest in. Not that he was like to get much rest, especially not for the first night in a new place. The ghost town seemed safe and quiet enough, though. In the least, there were plenty of places to hide should danger come lurking.
Unfortunately, that also meant there were plenty of places of danger to hide also.
Sucking in a hefty breath, the bi-colored wolfdog ran his fingers through his short-cropped mane and exhaled slowly. He was going to make himself crazy allowing his thoughts to get ahead of him.

A sudden jerk from the other end of the rope jarred the loner abruptly, causing the pair to stop and turn. Amara had found a particularly succulent selection of weeds and was refusing to carry on without browsing through them first. Milos looked to Sorcha with a small, tired smile and shrugged.
"Now's as good a time as any to stop anyhow." He said, noting Sorcha's annoyance.
The silver wolf deflated instantly and nodded. "Aye, Ah knaa, kidda. Yon goat's a sweer 'un, but." She paused and looked around them. There were a number of decent-looking abodes about that she wanted to explore but didn't dare leave her companion alone again. Not after the last time.
Milos seemed to know what she was thinking and nodded to her. "Let's just let Ama eat a bit longer then we can check these places out. En't like we're in much of a hurry anyway."
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Sorry for the rambling mess -- needed to figure out why he'd be in Bathurst. :B

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It was at Atalanta's urging that Octavius set out northeast, toward the mountain.

We need to look for someone, she'd said very suddenly, sitting up on the stool. It was a broad thing, able to support Octavius' wait; the wolfdog looked positively dainty on it -- a small Luperci living in the house of a hospitable giant. Someone who -- could be hurt, or worse.

Of course, Octavius -- tasked with defending the pack by its laws, and the innocent by his own -- agreed. Just not with the "we." Ata wanted to accompany him when she brought it up, speaking of him as an escort -- but one frown at her splinted arm was enough for her to fall silent and quit insisting. She spoke only one last protest: If it's bad, I do not want you to go alone.

She described three canines -- one innocent, two dangerous -- but was vague, and vague enough for Octavius to miss just how involved she was in the situation. She described a stretch of land northeast of the mountain. And she thanked him, and quietly studied a quirky, raccoon-shaped stone on the sturdy table. When he left, she had her head in her hands, but Octavius stomached his own fear and set out.

An exhausted Octavius surveyed the land one last time, squinting into the sun, and found no trace of the stranger-in-need.

He sighed and put fists on hips, wondering if Atalanta would be upset if he returned empty-handed, without even a fleck of news. The disappearance of the woman she described could be killed and missing, after all. The thought was upsetting enough that he resolved to stay another day or two, scour every mile of the surrounding area, just so that he would be certain when he returned. It had been at least two day's travel with rest and sleep to reach this side of the mountain; another day wouldn't hurt him.

He wandered a little more, dawdling as the sun sank ever closer to the horizon, then spotted the buildings in the distance. He wondered if a injured canine might flee to the shelter of houses and stores, and set off in that direction immediately. He didn't have high hopes for sleeping in the small town himself -- his stature didn't make human-sized abodes very comfortable -- but he wouldn't give up looking until nightfall proper.

Bathurst, curiously, smelled of many scattered canines -- recent, mingled almost in a way to suggest a pack, but not quite. If he was a bit brighter, he might have drawn a relation between the weak not-quite-pack scent and Krokar's founding -- but he saw no canines out and about. Not, at least, until he smelled goat and, coming around a street corner, spotted two Luperci ahead.

Hello! Octavius barked, his voice a deep and booming echo off the buildings, and strut forward with careful resolve.

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OOC: Aw, sorry for not consulting you on the location first Raze! Loved your reply, though :D

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Sunlight reflected brightly off an ivory pelt, causing two pairs of eyes to lift upwards as the massive Luperci rounded the formerly abandoned street corner. Both sets of eyes narrowed, Sorcha's out of immediate distrust and Milos' from the sheer brightness of the canine's fur, and the loners positioned themselves side-by-side automatically when the newcomer caught sight of them.
"Hello!" Came the booming voice, causing Amara to look up in irritation and return the wolf's greeting with an annoyed bleat. She stood, chewing her cud while staring at the approaching figure with mild interest. Milos patted the goat's neck reassuringly, lifting a hand up in acknowledgement while Sorcha stayed motionless beside him, her arms crossed furtively in front of her.

"Evenin'!" Milos responded, noting how his own voice sounded almost feminine compared to this stranger's baritone volume. "Hope we en't intrudin' or nothin'. You from around here? Area didn't seem to be claimed but we en't from these parts. Certainly didn't mean nothin' if it is. Just passin' through."
The silver woman next to him barely moved an inch, staring at the massive wolf uncertainly but clearly prepared to react should things go south. But the stranger was a beast, easily towering over the two of them, and Sorcha felt a stirring of anxiety in her bowels that aggravated her unease and made her feel impatient. She saw her companion's orange gaze glance to her from her peripherals but kept her sights focused ahead of her. If this wolf got the first move on them, it would all be over.

Milos, on the other hand, felt hopeful the ivory stranger was friendly and remained receptive, albeit cautiously. Despite his run-in with the coyote Messiah, the wolfdog's attitude towards strangers stayed friendly and inviting. But the coyote had instilled a level of vigilance and edginess that caused Milos to observe body language, tone, and verbal meaning more closely than he otherwise had before. Now, Milos studied the newcomer curiously, but also calculatingly. Was he a deranged lunatic acting like a wholesome chap? Perhaps he ended up being a needy bum skilled in the art of shaming others into providing for him? Or maybe he'd stomp right over to them and tear both their throats out with a smile still on his lips?
Amara bleated loudly again and Milos was pulled abruptly out of his thoughts. He glanced at the goat comically and smiled when he looked back at the pure pelted wolf hybrid.
"Don't mind the goat. She'd have a thing or two to say if she could, no doubt." He said with a chuckle. "Name's Milos, by the way. That's Sorcha and the goat's Amara."
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--It's totally okay! If it was a huge issue/inconvenience I would have poked you about it. ^^

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The goat crankily answered him, and Octavius chuckled. He did not pause in his approach despite the less-than-warm reception; on an instinctual level, he noticed and understood the wary instinct, though in the present moment in which he lived he didn't mind. He was not dangerous and mean, and if they proved to be, then he could handle himself. Even if it meant punching a goat.

Nope, it's okay! he assured the dark wolfdog, smiling. I'm from -- well, uh, past the mountain that way. He jerked a thumb over his shoulder. So you're like a hundred miles from intruding on our land. He gestured at himself this time, to convey the concept of the pack which he stank of now.

Silence settled for a moment, and the goat interrupted it with her opinion on the matter. The chuckle escaping from Oct's lips now was more like the precursor growl to a mighty earthquake than a giggle. He grinned at the goat. Nice to meet you, Amara, he quipped. And you two, uh, too. His tail beat behind him, languid like the rest of him. I'm Octavius! Where the two of you from? Just passing through? He beamed at them, smile broad and charming and yet without the sly sharpness of anyone with an ounce of wit.

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OOC: Sorry for my tardiness! Also yeah, don't mind Sorcha. When she finds someone attractive, she's completely shameless xD

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The pack smells wafted into Milos' sensitive nose, mingling with it the wolf's own aroma of musty buildings, while unset eyes narrowed slightly in an attempt to determine if the ivory-pelted canine intended for his words to be taken as a warning or simply as a piece of friendly information. Next to him, Sorcha was... Milos frowned and blinked surprise from his eyes. Sorcha was smiling. Coyly, sure, and still with a frown on her features, but smiling nonetheless. Suspiciously, the bi-colored wolfdog elbowed her in the ribs and cleared his throat.
"Howway noo, kidda! Ne need fer aall that." She replied, feigning hurt before glancing back at Octavius.
Milos snorted and ignored her when the massive wolf spoke again, first to the goat and then to the two of them. The wolfdog felt his own lips curl in a smile, encouraged by the stranger's treatment towards Amara.

Sorcha was smiling again, completely unabashed, and Milos rolled his eyes comically. His companion had way about making him feel unnaturally uncomfortable.
"Pleasure to meet ya, Octavius!" Milos replied, ignoring Sorcha. "Just passin' through, really. Hopin' to find a place to settled down, sooner rather than later. Just lookin' for the right place."
"Aye, hinny. Seun, but taakin' mair time t' lukka. Whey aye, but yer a bonny lad, reet canny. Let wez aall be marrers."
Milos snorted a choked laugh, covering it up with a faked cough. "Don't mind her." He whispered, covering his mouth from Sorcha with the back of a hand. "Mind my askin' what pack you're from 'round here? We're lookin' for somewhere we might put our animal husbandry and agricultural skills to use. En't got much else in the way of experience but we're quick to learn."

Next to them, munching happily on a fresh bunch of weeds, Amara lifted her head and watched the exchange of speech take place, adding her own muffled input in between breaks.
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