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These mountains were a tough climb, but Tetrad's quick and nimble form made short work of it when they put their back into it.


They were glad they had gotten away from the waves of Aelcrest Shore, because when they looked at the clouds after reaching a small peak, it seemed like there could indeed be storm clouds on the horizon. It could be nothing more than a light drizzle, though. Tetrad actually loved the rain. Especially the smell after it had just finished, just when all the previous scents and tracks of the day had been washed away. It was a fresh start, which they liked the idea of. And, the water was cooling on hot days — though this was by no means the case today, occasional winds whipping at their fur. They thought now of summer (coming soon!) and grew hungry thinking about the abundance of food that usually came with it. Best to wait until I'm down below. Hunting in high elevations would be dangerous, even if they were used to the terrain, which they weren't.


Tetrad's paws couldn't be a mountain goat's hooves, so they took the descent slow. They worried about their footing here and there, and slipped a few times, though luckily all that it resulted in was a bit of a tumble and an 'oof' from their mouth. Some time later, while jumping back up from one of these unfortunate slip-ups, Tetrad's tail wagged as they saw that the land ahead was stretching back out and becoming flat. They were able to trot the rest of the way back down, now somewhere right where the mountains began. It wasn't as though they had food to show for it just yet, but Tetrad was glad for the exercise, and proud that they were getting more familiar with their new surroundings. The world had appeared upside down to them when they left their pack, but now they saw there was a way around that—one just had to get on their back to see upright.

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Zephyrs tinged with the scent of rain ruffled Skoll's thick golden fur and whisked away tufts of shed hair. He was finally almost done with the process, no longer looking like a diseased, molting creature. Something about age made him lose larger clumps of fur than he had in his youth, and streaks of it grew back white-gold rather than his characteristic sandy hue.

He worried one day he was either going to lose all his hair or turn pure silver.

Otherwise he was grateful to not feel his age, that much. He was a little slower going along the mountain trails, and when the weather was damp or cold his much-abused joints ached, but he need only remember his former friend and king to thank God for his sound mind and mobility.

He sighed at the thought, then dropped his broad head to sniff at the earth. Much prey was to be found in the Halcyon foothills, though it was his hope that an unlucky goat had fallen to its death from the cliffsides. Scavenging was no longer below the prince-turned-loner, though he would be loath to admit it. At least he didn't steal maggot-infested corpses from others, like a coyote would –

Coyote. He sniffed the air, turned his head.

There it was – a hybrid, to be precise, small but dark-coated. They stumbled down from the mountain paths, pebbles skittering beneath tiny paws, and hadn't seemed to notice him yet, though this was a matter of time. Big and bright-colored among the new growth tangled in the foothills, Skoll was difficult to miss, and the confident way he carried himself made him more so.

Salut, the large wolfdog woofed, his rosy ears pricked and single eye narrow. Where are you going? Like he had a right to know.

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He's in Lupus form. :>


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They noticed the hulking mass shortly — because it was hard not to.


Of all the things about this wolfdog's appearance, what Tetrad found the strangest was the green... marking... on his shoulder. It was reminiscent of the sun, and they had never seen such a detailed thing before. Could this be a shifter?


It was possible that it was some sort of dye or paint. These practices had been rare in Tetrad's pack due to its traditional ways, but the occasional oddball would apply facepaint during hunts or similar. At times, this would catch on as a trend for a few weeks. Tetrad had been curious about the process, even tried it once themself, but upon looking at their reflection, they found it a little too daring and washed it off. If it was common in this place, perhaps they could revisit the idea.


When he spoke with a foreign greeting, they worried they had traveled too far, that they would not be able to understand. But the wolfdog eased Tetrad's fear as quickly as it appeared with his next words. They had to think on an answer, for in truth, Tetrad wasn't going much of anywhere. I came from the shore, they settled on.


It looked like it was going to rain, so I didn't want to be near the water. These words might give away they were not accustomed to the sands, if the prospect of a little rain had scared them. What about you? The non-shifter asked with a polite, curious tone.

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His expression darkened much like the clouds above. That's smart, he muttered, thinking of crashing waves and seaside storms. Displeased at being reminded of his own fears, the large wolfdog stepped closer to the 'yotish runt, thrusting his scarred muzzle to sniff her – as if her scent might betray her in some way, give him a reason to distrust or dislike her.

Something about the smell tickled a memory in the back of his skull, like the absence of an odor he expected.

Oh well.

I'm hunting, Skoll replied, his tail casually flagged over his back. Its dominant carriage was made easier by its curl. And watching out for troublemakers.

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[200+] • (Part I) <3 no worries!

The coywolf was glad that this fellow loner agreed. With an understanding nod, Tetrad's ears then flicked back and forth as the big fella came closer to sniff them. A small whine and smile of submission was given in response. Tetrad did sniff him in return, but much more carefully, angling their head and body down and lifting their face upwards to do so.


There was nothing particularly strange about his smell... Though if they had to guess, they would say this was a two-legger after all, though he was not in that form currently. He just smelled a lot like everyone else around here. They didn't know if it was possible to 'smell' that sort of thing, though. Maybe that was how all these canines smelled, in this area.


Nevertheless, when this exchange of wolfish greetings was over, they resumed the conversation.


Troublemakers? Tetrad parroted. I haven't run into any yet. They looked around briefly, as if now somehow paranoid one unsavory character would spring down from the mountains. ...But, if you wouldn't mind, could I join your hunt? It would put their mind at ease to have a companion, if only for a little while, with such experience and strength.

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Placated by the signs of submission, Skoll became less stiff-legged in his movements. He appreciated canines who knew their place, though he would have been equally pleased with an excuse to fight. These whims had spelled trouble for him throughout his life, some incidents more serious than others, but the old man was nothing if not set in his ways, even to his detriment.

His demeanor wasn’t necessarily any more friendly, but though he scoffed at the other loner’s remark and nervous glance, his tail wagged at the request. “Sure, not that you’ll be much help,” he said, his eye sweeping over their small, dark form. “A small goat should fill both of us up.” He doubted the coywolf needed to eat very much, and while his appetite was proportional to his large size, lean seasons of solitude had shrunk his stomach.

“What’s your name, puce?” Skoll asked as he resumed his trot through the foothills, now taking a more active roll in sniffing for prey than hoping a carcass would appear out of nowhere.
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  • (Part I and a littol bit of Part IV) // +3
His demeanor continued to do little to bother Tetrad. In comparison to the usual spitting words omegas might get, he was being exceedingly friendly. In fact, they couldn't help but laugh a bit at his comment: the sound mildly self-deprecating, in a good natured way. "I guess you've got me there... But, I'm a good runner, so I'll keep up at least." They were indeed built to be more scavenger than predator, but the wolfish blood in their veins came in handy every once and a while.

For one, it made them social—most purebred coyotes in the more traditional lands they had grown up in were alone and liked it that way. Though they didn't complain about being a loner either—it was normal for their age, wasn't it, to start off on your own around the second year, find a mate and start a little family... Tetrad had none of these motivations, however. It was sheer coincidence that led these circumstances to align.

"I'm Tetrad, what about you? ...I know, it's an odd name... But, it's probably temporary. I just haven't thought of a better one yet." Earlier in the day, they had been thinking about how to approach things once they met their goal: merging into one, stable identity. A name change would suit it, they settled on.

Tetrad then changed the subject in bursting curiosity, abruptly talkative in a way that could be seen as jumpy or childish. "What language is that? I think I've heard Spanish one time, but other than that..." They trailed off, staggered by the fact that, despite how short life was, how much a gap of a few years could make. The doggish man might be scarred and battered, but he had knowledge that Tetrad could, as of yet, only dream of. He'd came out alive, hadn't he? That took cunning... or at the least, some good luck and a pinch of moxie.
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  • Sorry for the wait!
The dark little coywolf mentioned being a good runner, a remark that earned a laugh from Skoll -- not entirely kind, but not mocking. Being able to run and scurry was a boon for a scavenger or anyone small enough to be chased. Beyond that, "Good. Outlasting prey is the best strategy for hunting." It was almost paternal advice, though offered with a smug lick of his lips -- suggesting that it was the best strategy because it was his.

"Skoll," the wolfdog replied, swinging his broad head so his single eye could squint at the other loner in bemusement. "Mine's odd, too, but I've had it for damn near nine years. You telling me all this time I could've come up with another one?"

The joke's purpose wasn't entirely clear. Certainly, it could be mocking; Skoll teased others without compunction. But it was equally an invitation for the kid to elaborate, if she wanted. Why else bring up such a cryptic statement?

He was also somewhat taken aback by the shift in demeanor, but wrote it off easily enough as the youth opening up in response to his roguish charm. Snorting, he dropped his head to sniff at some pebble-like droppings that dotted the spring grass, answering only once he found the trail. "It's French. Une belle langue, non?" he asked, flashing his yellow teeth. "C'mere, this way."

The male broke into a brisk jog, the white underside of his tail flagging the youngster much like a mother doe as he sought the source of the goat tracks.
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