A Woodcutter's Donation

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POSTED: Thu Jan 14, 2016 2:35 am

[[OOC: Backdated sometime before jan 8th. :3 Sorry it took me so long to get it up! Wanted to make it a good one. <3

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Where was he now? Once, the underdog. The canine height of strategic warfare. The King of the Marsh. The Lord of the Loathed. What has become of him?

Gift-giving.

The long, thick straps of knotted hide dangled against the silvery pelt of his chest, clasped tightly in his clenched fist and slung heavily over his back. In it's wrapped tendrils the beast heaved a great weight of pine and aspen, all chopped for firewood and stacked neatly for ease of carry. His direction? Midnight Shores. He'd chosen Midnight Shores initially, due to the simple route that would follow the shoreline and the added effort of beach travel.

The frozen wind that whipped wildly on the shore didn't bother him in the slightest. His winter pelt was in full flourish and his core was well heated with the traveling. He even had to leave his shirt behind, wearing only the ebony harem pants that had lasted him. The mane that acted as a cowl against his throat was even more plush than usual. The dark cape of his nape dancing wildly in the brackish zephyr. The warrior was well within his element. He could work himself, and hard, without worrying about heat-stroke or tiring himself so that he wouldn't have enough energy to win a fight. The chill of the wind breathed life into him. The only bit of him that seemed tast the bite of the cold was his newer scars that he'd added to the list; all were painted by failed artists, some that no longer walked this earth.

The beast had gathered enough wood for a good sized offering, but the fact of the matter was, it was the trip that meant the most to him. With so much weight on his back he could expend enough energy to keep himself out of trouble and working toward Sapient's better intentions throughout the nearby packs. Even though he hadn't heard much about the pack, save for what little Sakura the Seamstress had mentioned. The woman had made the blue vest that now didn't fit right, due to his pelt's thickness. Whether she was there or not, however, didn't much concern him. Her ways were odd, and her gaze lingered too much for his liking.

Whatever the case may be, and whomever he might happen upon as a pawn of Midnight Shores, he had too much timber in his life and had run out of places to store it. Many fireplaces and bonfires in Sapient were lit by his work. Even a good amount of the patchwork on the rooftops was his own product. The man couldn't cut any more trees down, unless he'd a place to put it. Without the work, the soldier was becoming pent up again. There had been no other way for him to expend that much energy within Sapient, while still following it's rules and taking it's alliances into consideration. So, he traveled on, until his gait was met with hesitation.

As much as the beast enjoyed the soft, neutral songs of water, he knew far better than to tempt a dip. It wasn't the season and it wasn't the weight of the firewood on his back. It was the bulk that he carried on the body he'd been born with, and molded taut. Primed for battle with thickly walled muscle and very little in the way of fat. This body wasn't made for sitting upon furniture, laying on lifted beds, or such simple things. Nor was it made for swimming. Sinking, however, the man did just fine. Rather than explore the area for a few hours and seek out how to cross, the beast released the wood in his hands. The package was let to the sand without any true care, but it was not haphazardly tossed either, on the frost covered sands.

Dark harks rolled back and the beast threw his feral voice into the wind, to be carried to the nearest ears of Midnight Shores that would catch it. The low and booming tune reached across the expanse, ahead and behind. Despite his apprehension to allow his location to be known so readily, this mission wasn't of his usual fortè. Peaceful trips called for such things. It wouldn't do Sapient any good if the gift wasn't accepted in their name and simply left upon the sore to take. Now, if a fight were to erupt due to his howl, the soldier wouldn't be so disinclined as to not entertain it.

Crossed arms laid across a deep and robust chest, his gaze spread out over the waters as the blue haze of land was visible in the distance in the crystal clear winter sky. He'd wait for a good deal of time, as crossing waters wasn't always a simple task, if his offering had even been heard. Waiting for the firewood to be accepted didn't seem to bother him, at all. It would be a small bit of respite before the return journey.
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Let me know if anything needs changing. I made it so that they were already there (just out of sight of where he was at, and a ways down the coast) so it’d give us more to RP out rather than just “Hi. Here. K bye.” xDD

A grimace was etched across her features as she crouched on the shoreline. Of all the days for a delivery to be arriving, today had to be it. The sky was overcast in a depressing grey, and a great winter wind blew about the land. It was cold to begin with being near the open water; and to add a merciless gust to already less than favorable conditions? Many might have canceled a day’s work, or, at the very least, hurried it along so that they could find shelter from the relentless, icy wind. Hands didn’t like to work when they were numb from the cold, and misery only bred poor work effort.

The job was not one that could simply be postponed though. The client wouldn’t be able to simply “call it a day.” They were miles from home, and likely wanted to get rid of their burden as fast as possible. It was the reason the silver she-wolf crouched idly in waiting. One of the pack’s boatmen, Gerard, busied himself with something or another. She had asked the fellow Midnighter for his assistance with the task a few days prior when she had been given it. Though he usually spent his time traversing the waterways of Kingsweald, he had agreed to ferry the Cepheus to and from the island and the mainland.

Skana let another pebble loose from her hand and into the agitated seawater before her. The stone caused a splash of white as it was swallowed by an incoming swell. Gerard had deemed it safe enough for a crossing, but, it had still been a bit rough to sail over on. The pair had made it over to the mainland earlier that day, knowing the tedious amount of time it usually took and not wanting to keep their visitor waiting lest they arrive earlier than expected. They had exchanged idle chitchat in the beginning, but, they had eventually run out of things to talk about after a while. It was the reason the Creo slung rocks into the open sea and why the ferry captain stood off to the side doing his own thing.

A beckoning tune called out into the breeze, and Skana was up like a shot. Gerard got up in anticipation, but Skana gave a dismissive wave as she re-tightened her ponytail. “I’ll go greet them. It’ll be better if you stay here with the boat.” It wouldn’t do them any good if she had stayed with it. Should anything have gone amiss, the boat would have likely floated away or been sunk with her lack of knowledge with them. Gerard nodded in understanding, giving her a shooing motion as he returned to what he had been doing.

She jogged down the shoreline in the direction of the call. It sounded like a male from the deepness of the howl that had been given, ruling out the pleasant Amaranthe woman Skana and the group had met back in November. The party’s stay in Sapient had been a short one, only a day or two. There had been a few individuals they had been introduced to, or seen in passing, but, none that had really stuck out to Skana. So, she was interested to see who the humanized pack had sent for this detail.

Skana had a ways to go before she finally rounded a bend in the coastline, finding a lone figure to be standing on the sands. His size alone made the she-wolf do a double take. She thought her brother was large. This male was positively massive. In regards to height, he was only maybe a few inches off, but, in weight? He wasn’t fat by any means, but had large, solid muscles that chorded around his tall frame. And, as if he didn’t look big enough, the male had long, fluffy monochrome-hued fur to go with them.

The silver Creo slowed her pace as she drew closer. “Hello, Sir!” She called out into the bitter wind. If he hadn’t noticed her before, he would have noticed her now. Her glacier gaze flicked to the heavy-looking package at his feet before moving back up to the stranger. She took a few sniffs, trying in vain to catch his scent. The wind whipped in from the sea though, taking his musk with it, and away from her. “I’m Skana from Midnight Shores,” she introduced instead, offering a polite dip of her head toward the larger male. “Were you the one that called?”

Unable to confirm his identity without outright asking him, the Cepheus had decided to go a different route with the conversation than she had originally intended. He could have very well been a simple loner for all she knew, or, someone more nefarious for that matter. Cahan and she had had to deal with a group of ruffians a few days prior. Who was to say that this burly male wasn’t another? It was a mistake Skana wasn’t willing to risk. If he was in fact from Sapient, then he’d probably say so, and they would be on their way.

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The wind and the waves masked any notion of a coming stranger into the scene. The occasional might gust whipped about him, the force of it's unseen strength causing the large beast to keep his footing light to take in adjustments for the shift in weight it required to stand static with jet feet in the sand. The rebellious lock that jutted out above his crown fluttered and twirled with haphazard chaos, yet eyes remained firmly out into that silhouette of land that marked the territory across the channel from him. The time spent waiting seemed to slip away, a certain peace washing over him with the tide. The waters seemed to bring him a little more calm, even as it roiled. It wasn't until the salty sea gale brought about a feminine voice upon it, that he turned his attention away.

The woman was considerably taller than many he'd come in contact with, but heterochromic gaze still required a downward turn to meet the icy blue of her own. The silvery pelted woman, tipped with dark harks and a Terracotta bridge, seemed more rough around the edges than most, as well. It was a welcomed sight, as toil earned points of respect in the beast's labyrinthine of a mind. He wasn't so quick to trust the woman, however, and hackles lifted alongside muscle tension. When her eyes met the gift he'd brought, he turned to face her with one broad column of a leg to stand before the package, though not aggressively. There was no way to taste her allegiance while the wind was so wild, but her voice lifted twice more, caught by his ear with much more interest than she'd initially been given.

Already she'd set a good example of herself, and as a Sapien, Shaamah was expected to do the same. Far be it from him to play against the rules when no wrong had been done. The pastel nose, in such great contrast to his brutish physique, bobbed to return her presentation,”Shaamah, Opus Inter of Sapient,” He returned to her, his low, gruff hum nearly caught up in the wind. Folded arms released their pact upon his chest and fell to his sides. The rank wasn't anything to take pride in truly, but he never took rank as a permanent thing. It had always been a simple task for him to move upward,” I did,” The answer was straight given, when she'd asked about the call. There hadn't been another call heard by the beast upon the breeze, so it was safe to say, that it certainly was him.

“What is your rank within Midnight Shores?” The inquiry lifted as well. The question was meant to be brought about as idle chat, but it had certainly come off with the distrust that ruled Shaamah's nature. Anyone could have grasped news of the transaction between packs if the right words were spoken to the wrong people, and just because she offered a name and a claim, didn't exactly mean she was of the pack that he had sent out to meet. The gift was merely firewood, but the importance of the transaction itself meant a better relationship with another pack. To Sapient, in it's youth, pack relations meant everything. Trade was life, and to ensure the arrival of imports and exports was just as important of a task as peace making.

Yet, he couldn't help but doubt his own social capabilities, and in Sapient's order he must be welcoming if this woman was, in fact, from where she claimed,” I will need the information to send word to your leader of your well-mannered conduct and steadfast reception of my arrival,” There. That should do it. Certainly, if there was something in it for her, she'd give the information freely; and, if she wasn't of Midnight Shores, she might be disinclined to have her name, description and claim given to Midnight Shore's head of territory. If the gift was, in fact, stolen, then they'd have an idea as to whom. Not only this, but Shaamah would be able to right his wrong if he did release the gift to a rogue. He'd also get to rekindle old tracking skills that had fallen asleep with his peaceful stay in Sapient, and thereafter, enjoy a brawl that would get the urge out and up from under him for the next month or so.
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POSTED: Thu Feb 04, 2016 2:28 pm

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Sorry for the wait, and sorry this is so short Dx Didn’t want Skana to speak too much in one sitting since Shaamah might react differently than the dialogue would call for to happen!

The male seemed stoic and stern as ever. His mismatched eyes regarded her like a proud king would a subject of his realm. Perhaps it was just the natural air he carried with him, perhaps it was arrogance, or, maybe, it was who he was—if he was, indeed, from Sapient—or, maybe, all three. He was tall and imposing, eyes sharp as a knife’s edge. Had she been a creature of lesser pride, his gaze alone might have sent her cowering away or turned once steady words into stuttered utterances. She had been under the hard gaze of another though for too long to feel the pinpricks of uneasiness with this new stranger’s presence.

He confirmed making the call and his allegiance even without her asking, and Skana nodded approvingly, glad to see that this was, indeed, who she had been waiting for. His rank meant nothing to the ignorant though, even if it was curtesy to supply it during inter-pack meetings such as this. To the outsider of the highly-civilized pack, the title was akin to a foreign language. It sounded official enough though, fitting of a scholarly group of Luperci.

In turn for her questions, the monochrome male asked one of his own, followed by an explanation. She blinked, surprised by the askance before she remembered that she had failed to give him her rank in her introduction. “Oh, my apologies! It’s Cepheus, Sir,” she answered before explaining, “A rank above the joining one.” She was still relatively new when compared to some others of her pack, but, the leaders had trusted her with receiving Sapient’s gift all the same, so, it mattered little how high she was on the totem pole. She was competent and trustworthy enough, and that was all that mattered for the exchange. His compliment on her work ethic earned him a smile and a reply of modesty, “And, you don’t have to. I’m just doing my job.”

Skana looked back down the shoreline from which she had come. “Gerard is with our ferry that way, if you would like to get started?” Straight to business. After all, she was sure Shaamah probably didn’t want to chat idly on the blustery shore. She nodded to the heavy looking load of firewood at the Sapien’s feet. Though she had confidence in her strength, she knew good and well when something was beyond her power. She gave the male an apologetic smile, “I would offer to carry your burden for you since you’ve brought it all this way for us, but—” She looked at her arms and then back to his muscular build. “—I’m afraid I’d ruin your thoughtful gift by dragging it in the sand the whole way.” She chuckled softly, trying to shake the feeling of how rude it must have been, to ask more of the Sapien when he had already done so much already.

“Once we reach the island though, I can be a more generous host than I am able to here,” she promised dipping her head apologetically. She didn’t want to offend wayfarer by just taking his pack’s gift and sending him on his way. It wouldn’t be right! Especially when the weather was so nasty out! As well, it wouldn’t look good on Midnight Shores to treat a guest so poorly. The least she could do was offer him some warm food and a drink for his troubles.

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[[OOC: It's just fine with me. :3 Sorry if I'm a little scattered! Gotta get back into the groove!

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It hadn't taken her another moment to offer her oversight in their initial meeting and gift Shaamah her rank to go alongside her title. Cepheus. If this whole trade was tried and proved true, then their names and ranks would mean very little after all was said and done. If Skana the Cepheus proved to be a rouge with sticky paws, then the information would prove more useful in aiding the soldier should he need to track her down.

To her grin, she was met with the same stern features that seemed to constantly plague his maw and the beast eyed her for a moment, but to her comment, he found himself gaining further respect for the woman. If she was in fact Skana, Cepheus of Midnight Shores, then she took pride in the work she accomplished. Even if it was a simple offering between packs, she didn't need praise from her leaders to achieve her goals. As her attention parted and she turned to face where this Gerard must be, the soldier hadn't broken his gaze. There was still a bit of information that could have been lost between them, enough for a thief to get away with a prize if she were of that purpose.

The beast of a man nodded his charcoal laced crown as the brackish wind whipped freely about him, and two-toned hues followed her line of sight down to the package that sat protected beneath him. Honesty slipped from her maw, and her glance between the two of them. Shaamah hadn't seemed phased much by her antics as she had done well enough to explain why, and his broad shoulders leaned in order for his dark hand to grip at the leather strap that he'd set down not so long ago. In one fluid motion, he lifted the hefty weight from the sand and brought it over his shoulder. The sand that had stuck itself to the bottom of the wood released it's hold, though it was carried off by the zephyrs as it dropped to the earth.

Reach the island? Harks darted forward curiously as she bowed, almost as if he'd heard the woman incorrectly. While he had expected to be greeted and exchange the gifts, even set it down for her and move on, he hadn't expected to be brought into the boundaries of their territory. This was both a surprised and a convenient excuse to learn a little bit about their layout, if he were to ever find himself across the straight and on the island. Tradition or not, to bring him into the territory was a great responsibility for him to uphold Sapient's expectations, but just as well, could be a terrible mistake. He'd have to play his cards well enough to earn the favor of both parties, all the while remaining in his comfort zone of lacking social elegancies," Sapient expresses gratitude for your hospitality," He spoke on behalf of Sapient, rather than himself.

The man was becoming more of an anachronism as the days continued on.

All of that considered, he wasn't going to decline her offer to take him to Midnight Shores and accept her hospitality there. It would be a perfect opportunity to gather information, if anything else, and create a positive relationship if it were only with Skana herself. Not only that, but any idea of her stealing this package from Midnight Shores would be easily dismissed. The soldier followed Skana in tow, firewood draped over his shoulder as his eyes sought out this Gerard of which she'd spoken.
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POSTED: Sat Mar 19, 2016 3:18 pm

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Sorry for the wait!
Also, Sunny/Nine, let me know if I RPed Gerard out of character >____< I didn’t have anything to go off of for references in his personality!

The Sapien was much like her brother, she came to conclude. He was not only large, but, similar in personality as well. He didn’t seem like the type for chit-chat, or, at least, he weighed in more on the “listener” side than the “speaker”. The hulking male’s face held little expression to give away his thoughts, his features almost permanently frozen with a stern look to them. It didn’t bother her as much as it might another though. After all, she was used to having to work around it because of her brother: a man whose actions said more than his words, and whose words were spoken with clear forethought.

He appeared slightly on guard still, and, Skana didn’t fault him for it. The world was riddled with swindlers and thieves nowadays. With Gerard nowhere in sight, earshot, or smell, the Cepheus would have been more worried if Shaamah wasn’t suspicious of her. It was likely part of his nature now; as he seemed like a warrior, a fighter, through and through, just like her brother. I need to stop comparing them, she berated herself, briefly closing her eyes before refocusing them onto the pack’s newest guest.

Shaamah didn’t remark on her inability to free him of his burden, instead, merely accepting it as a given and retrieving it from the beach sand once more. When he had re-shouldered his heavy load, Skana nodded and took a few steps forward in the direction she intended to lead them. She glanced back over her shoulder to find the monochrome giant staring off into the nearby waters. She couldn’t read what he was thinking, and he wasn’t in any rush to clarify either. He acknowledged her suggestion of refreshments for his errand, though, did not clearly accept or deny the offer aloud.

“It’s the least we can do,” she replied, returning her gaze forward and setting their pace, “It would be rude of us to simply take your gift and then send you home without a proper thanks.” The nasty wind lessened a bit as they journeyed further down the coastline, Mother Nature, perhaps, feeling merciful towards the pair. Occasionally, Skana glanced back over her shoulder to ensure Shaamah was still following her, as well, to make sure he didn’t show any signs of fatigue from his arduous journey.

It wasn’t long until they rounded the bend and came into sight of the ferryman. The male had been slouching against a nearby rock, but had quickly risen at the sight of the duo making their way towards him. He offered a friendly wave and then went about making sure the ferry was ready for departure. “There’s Gerard,” the silver she-wolf informed the Sapien so that he’d know they had reached their checkpoint. “He’s an expert sailor, so, these choppy waters will be child’s play for him,” she added, wanting to instill confidence in their ride lest the large beast have any insecurities about the weather and the large expanse of water that lied between the mainland and the island.

They reached the boat easily enough, and Gerard came out to greet them, “‘Lo!” He blinked in surprise as he set eyes on their guest. He looked Shaamah over and let out a long whistle. “You’re a big fella, aren’t’cha?” The Midnighter laughed good-naturedly, brushing off his hand before offering it to the scarred male in polite greeting. “Skana’s probably already said it, but, I’m Gerard. I’ll be your captain today.”

Once their pleasantries were finished, the Creo interjected, “The boat will be fine with all of the firewood and us, correct?”

Gerard waved at her dismissively, a confident smirk on his lips, “She’ll be fine. This weather’s got nothing she can’t handle.” The two were obviously avoiding the fact that Shaamah could have easily counted for two Luperci rather than one, not to mention, however heavy his large sack of firewood was. Gerard gestured for them to board with an open palm, “Best we get going though ‘case the weather decides to spite me.”

Skana nodded, looking to their guest. “Are you ready, Sir?” She nosed for him to board before her as Gerard came up and offered to take the gift from Shaamah’s shoulders.


EDIT: Fixed mistake in NPC dialogue color
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The woman didn't seem terribly put off by the soldier and his quiet ways, and the idea earned her a little more respect than he would have given most that were as talkative as she. Her manners were in the right place and she didn't comment on his appearance or his personality, though she did seem side-tracked in the might if not for just a moment. As she cleared her thoughts, or so it seemed, she replied and lead the way.

Her eyes slipped over her shoulder to assure the beast was still in tow, the wind seemingly growing weary. It was a welcome moment for the whipping zephyrs to relent on the firewood that he carried, making him more of a sail when it had come to pushing against it. Diligent sights managed to move from Skana to the fore of their trail, finding the man at rest as she bade him with a wave. Her voice chimed again, clarifying the man's name and even further moving onto exemplifying his ability on the waters. Shaamah couldn't say that he wasn't gracious to gather that bit of information, considering that if he hit the water, he was going straight down to his grave from there.

Gerard's voice broke through the wind and roiling waves, and Shaamah's unintentional circus sideshow had begun. The man's comment was thoroughly ignored, and the beast couldn't say he was pleased that not all Midnight Shores residents were as dutiful as Skana had shown herself to be, but he hadn't gone as far as to insult the ferryman. It was unbecoming of Sapient to do so and the innocent nature of his laugh, though it made the soldier's features colder than granite in winter, was received with a single dip of his maw and adhered to the gesture of his hand with an unintentionally firm shake with his free hand," Shaamah, Opus Inter of Sapient," He offered to the man, for something other to call the Opus rather than a 'big fella.'

Skana's tune peeked again through the brackish breezes with an inquiry that was certainly warranted. Shaamah wasn't so foolish to ignore the facts of his build, and so Skana had not either. It was a very real and undeniable fact that the beast could not always go where others managed, and it certainly made him seem a might rude beast when it came to being offered a seat, but he'd much rather sit on the floor than obliterate a seat beneath him. All in good will, of course. The Captain assured Skana, and likely Shaamah as well, that there wouldn't be an issue on the waters, but he did persuade them to climb aboard with some haste. It would be an event for the winds to pick up again and the waves to reach greater heights.

To Skana's inquiry, the soldier nodded and hiked the wood off of his shoulder, resting it against the sands again and offering the leather strap for Gerard to take, should he be able to. It was certainly not a weightless bundle but Shaamah had no desire to travel to this place with a companion to help him carry it, because they'd certainly like to chat along the way. Even if they could do all the talking when it came to the exchange, he was much more fond of a quiet trip. If Gerard decided the bundle was a little over his head, then the soldier would dutifully take it upon himself again. Otherwise, he moved to the center of the ferry and eyed the horizon. He had no desire to be near the edge and he was more than sure that he was not made for the motions on the water. Hopefully, the trip across the waters would be a quick one, and the weather would prove fruitful for a return trip.

((Shaamah's the kinda guy that doesn't make two trips from the car when he's got way too many groceries. XD))
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Had it not been rude to do so, Skana might have laughed at the rather cold reception Gerard received from the stoic giant. At the very least, the Sapien didn’t outwardly voice his displeasure with the outspoken ferryman’s antics. Try as she might to not compare the two once more, it was hard not to when the monochrome beast shared so many traits with her kin. Words were not spent needlessly, and were spared for only necessary instances. The two men exchanged pleasantries, and, either Gerard didn’t notice or he didn’t care that the Sapien’s facial features had gotten a few degrees colder.

Shaamah agreed to being ready for the journey, passing his burden over to Gerard when he offered. Comically, the Midnighter struggled with the heavy sack, not realizing that it was heavier than it had looked. He tested a few ways to pick up the bundle, refusing to ask for help so soon. His stubbornness and continued struggle was what caught Skana’s attention, and the Cehpeus smiled sympathetically at her packmate. Turning her sights to Shaamah, she did what the ferryman had been too stubborn to do. “It seems even Gerard is no match for your strength,” she laughed into the back of her hand, gesturing to her floundering packmate who was in need of help with the other.

Once the package was finally brought aboard, Gerard directed their guest to where it should be placed before securing it down so as to not let the load shift and unbalance them once they made it out to sea. The goods secured and all their passengers on board, Gerard unfastened the last few mooring lines and set their course across the open waters. The waves made the journey a little rocky, and as much as Skana wished to not have an awkward silence fall between them, she felt it was probably best to not engage in conversation with their guest. He looked too preoccupied with the choppy waters to care for such babble.

It wasn’t long before they reached the island’s shore, the winds having turned and helped push the ferry along. The boat was greeted by another member of Midnight Shores who had a pair of the pack’s mules standing by to help transfer the package to its final resting place. Gerard bid them a temporary goodbye, knowing full well that he would be needed to take the monstrous mountain of a man back to the mainland. Skana exchanged pleasantries and instructions to her packmate, eventually passing the responsibility of the firewood to them while she saw to their guest.

She could be a proper, good host now. “Shaamah, sir,” she began, showing that he was of her top concern once again, “We’d like to thank you once more for bringing the firewood all this way. My packmate will see to it that it is taken care and delivered to its proper place.” She paused, indicating a switch in subject matters. “Is there anything you’d like to do first? Or would you rather us make our way to the café? If you think you’d need to stay overnight, I can consult with my leader and see to it that accommodations are made for you?”

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Her voice came up over the waves that lapped vigorously at the bottom of the ferry, and heterochromic eyes reached back over his shoulder at the sight. Her mirth seemed to relieve the tension that was brought about by Gerard and his antics. Teeth clenched as he swallowed, the motion only visible had someone looked at the muscle of his jaw at the moment, and the Sapien made his way back to the Midnighter that floundered on the shore. Skana may have found the scene amusing, but the soldier was numb to such things, even if it was hilarious that the Ferryman continued to attempt lifting the load, after jesting about Shaamah's size.

The soldier, however, couldn't help but let a comment slip from beneath his silvery maw at the duo as he moved beside Gerard and wrapped the leather around his hand,” It must be because I am a 'big fella',” The words came as an eruption from a lack of his better judgment when opening his mouth, where old habits died hard, but Sapient's influence made it possible to be taken as a jest to the islanders. The civilized land had an influence on him, whether he liked it or not. Either way, taken as a joke or not, perhaps the ferryman would think twice before giving the soldier ammo if the situation arose again. With that, he hoisted the load over his shoulder, sights lingering on Gerard for a moment with no real expression, before he made his way to the ferry. He set his load lightly in it's place, rather enjoying the idea that there would be something to ground him amid the waves. The wood wasn't likely to move to liberally do to the way it had been stacked in it's leather bonds, and it made for a better anchor for the top heavy soldier.

They were released from the bonds of the earth, and into the waves they went. The soldier was tense, certainly, and moreso than he had been on the sands. It would do Sapient and Midnight Shores no good if their gift-giver was sent to his grave in the ocean. Of course, the ruby red pack might be glad to have themselves rid of the soldier, despite the obvious defenses he offered to the group. Long muscular legs braced him aboard the vessel, allowing the movement of the water to pass through him as he maintained his upper body in a somewhat upright position. Had he a lighter stomach, he'd likely have lost it all over the ferry.

Finally, at land again, the little ferry and it's passengers came alive in a different way. Another member of their island was prepared to take the load with prey-creatues, and Gerard moved on to bid them farewell for the moment. Shaamah couldn't say that he wasn't displeased to be free of the chipper man. Shaamah was also eager to get his feet in the sand. As Skana conversed and directed her packmates, the soldier moved a good length away from the ferry to remove himself from the path as they worked. Pink foot-pads found the stability of the earth very fond as he crossed his arms over his chest to await further instructions. He hadn't thought that he'd be brought this far, but he would have to mind his manners better than his comment to Gerard had managed. Or rather, invent manners, as he was more often than not absent of them.

Skana finished the arrangements with her peers and moved on to greet Shaamah again with a proper statement. The soldier nodded lightly as she explained the package was no longer his to tote, but he found himself at a loss when it came to her inquiry. Was there anything he'd like to do first? Fighting in a war again didn't seem like an approachable answer, despite it's truth, not that Skana could make that happen for him by any means,” The day will be more than enough, but Sapient thanks you for your offer,” He assured the silvery woman laced in earthen hue. As much as he'd like to stay the night and get the lay of the packlands, it was best for him to remain as little as possible so as not to create a misjudgment of Sapient, if he hadn't already. As to what he wanted to do, he was clueless. He didn't enjoy free time or motion to socialize. There was one scapegoat he could think of that made the decision much more simple,” The cafè is agreeable,” See! There you go! Just look at you now! Bringing gifts to neighbors and enjoying the local favorites by recommendation. The soldier took a breath in and released it, dropping some of the tension that the water had brought him. As much as he'd like to wait the night and wait for better waters, staying would just not be an option.
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On land again, the stoic giant seemed more at ease than he had been on the ship. Judging from his size and guessed weight though, she supposed she would have felt much of the same. The poor man was more likely to sink like a stone than float about like one of those seals she saw in the harbor. He didn’t look like he had an ounce of fat to him, and his plush coat would likely only help further anchor him to the sea floor. The Sapien had been a good sport though, neither complaining throughout the ride or being a liability at sea.

Shaamah declined a place to stay, and Skana nodded in acknowledgment. If he didn’t want to stay on the island, she wouldn’t push the matter. He was likely eager to get home to his own bed and familiar territory. Spending time on foreign land with foreign Luperci wouldn’t set well with most. He did, however, agree to stopping by the café, and Skana dipped her head once more and smiled warmly to him. “Alright then, if you’ll follow me, I’ll lead us there.” Unnecessary words, but, she wanted to make him feel as welcome as possible. He was an important guest to the Shores, and she wouldn’t have him believing otherwise.

The silver she-wolf navigated the maze of the sea-side town. Occasionally, she would check to make sure he still remained behind her, but, otherwise, the Creo was confident that the monochrome male wouldn’t stray. Their path led them northwest from their starting point at the shores. The urban sprawl slowly gave way to a quieter looking community. The buildings were more spaced out and they had an older, more rustic look to them than the ones they had passed previously. Nature had reclaimed a great majority of the buildings and stores. Vines and hardy winter plants crawled up the sides of the structures as well as sprouted from the roadway where the cement or cobblestone had been broken away.

Skana brought them to a stop before a shop that stood apart from its neighbors. It looked tidy and neat in comparison to those around it. Only a few vines crawled up its walls, and the vegetation that was left hinted that the café would have been a beautiful, calming sight in the warmer months. “Here we are, Ember’s Café,” Skana announced, gesturing to the cozy-looking shop with a hand. “Ember herself should be inside.”

She strode forward and opened the door, politely waiting for the Sapien guest to go inside. With his height, the poor guy would likely have to duck under the door frame, but, once inside, his tall figure would no longer be an issue. A bell rung as the door was pried open, and a voice greeted them from the within. It was Ember, and the mahogany-hued wolf mix appeared from somewhere in the back of the restaurant to welcome her customers. Pleasantries were made as well as introductions.

The café owner led them to a section for them to sit, being sure to take into account Shaamah’s height and heavier build. The area was in a corner near where the windows of the café would have been before they had been taken out. Large, plush pillows lined a blanketed floor, and a low-clearance table was situated in the middle. It was unlikely that any chair or booth would support the Sapien’s weight. Candles and other light fixtures were situated throughout the restaurant to give it lighting, and Ember lit a few more to brighten the area in which Skana and Shaamah would occupy.

Ember let them settle before she inquired what they might want; drink, food, or tobacco. Her tones were welcoming and sweet, and with skills showing her to be a good hostess. “Bearberry tea, and bit of bread and deer jerky on the side, please,” Skana requested. After Shaamah’s order had been taken, the curvy female whisked off to the back to get things started.

Once Ember had left, Skana shifted so that her hands were placed diplomatically on the table. “How is Sapient these days?” She began. She had briefly stayed with the sophisticated pack during her travels before joining the island pack. “Oh, and how is Akantha? Well, I hope?” The pretty Amaranthe had been the group’s hostess during their stay, and Skana was curious to hear how the kind female had been doing.

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