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POSTED: Wed Jul 11, 2018 9:02 am

Early morning. Degaré and Talbot are at Krokar's southern border along the St. John's Chokehold/River. Both characters are in lupus form.

Refreshed from good hunting and rest, the two canines resumed their exploration in the pre-dawn hours, when darkness still touched the land. It was damp goings – dew clung to the grass and brush, and when they touched these it passed to their fur. Degaré didn't mind this. He was quite content having eaten, though the purpose which drove the pair was ever-present.

They had not seen anything by the water, despite all the claims, and proof was as important as faith.

Finding the river had become a priority. By sunrise they surmised they were close, as there was an increase in greenery and loud, singing birds that warned one another about their passage. Every so often Degaré would stop to investigate a curious scent. He marked his own places just as often, and grew increasingly thirsty as their long miles pressed on.

When they did find the river, it became apparent that others frequented the area. A path followed the curve north, and after drinking long enough to sate their needs, the two sought its source.

They found the borders in the early morning and there lingered with interest, discussing the claimed stretch of land and its implications.

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POSTED: Sat Jul 21, 2018 11:17 am

Atop the Hallow Watchtower, a pair of pale blue eyes spotted them lingering along the river. Scrutiny drew lines across her face. She watched and she waited but, finally, caution necessitated action. Tilting back her head, the watcher sent a calm, clear call across the territory. And then she climbed down from her perch, secure in the knowledge that she would be joined by others soon.

"Hello," she called out to the pair, her posture assertive but not unwelcoming. "You have reached the territory of Krokar. Someone will be here soon who can help you."

A different day might have found Milos in Aster's Fields, his regular haunt, but this early morning had beckoned the Captain to Tuktu Lodge where he intended to complete the tanning process for a particularly lovely deer hide. As luck would have it, for better or for worse, Milos was elbow-deep in the smelly mixture of brains and water when Ilse's call reached his ears. He drew his arms from the muck and tried to wipe as much of the mess from his fur as possible before rinsing his arms in the river, sending her back a quick response to inform her – and whoever was waiting – that he was on his way.

Then, as quickly as he could, Milos rafted across the Great River and followed Hallow Crossing down to the border of their territory. There, he found Ilse – tall in her two-legged form – and the feral shapes of two men. Milos jogged toward them on his own two legs. "Hello there!" he called out jovially, slowing as he approached. He glanced at Ilse and then back at the strangers. "Name's Milos, Captain'a Krokar. See you've met Ilse already." A smile touched his sunny eyes. "What brings ya t' Krokar?"

OOC: HELLO. Please let me know if anything is no bueno. <3

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POSTED: Wed Aug 01, 2018 10:32 am

spoiler alert i am so so slow

Someone howled. The pair sought the source but did not find it until a woman approached. She smelt of water, of animals, of others – this certainly was the place. Her words confirmed it, though she provided little beyond this. A lesser, then, to a more important speaker.

Degaré was used to the hierarchy of groups, though he saw himself as somehow separate from them. Terchová had been full of rules and laws and people who abused these when they saw fit. He was suspicious of power because of this, and had remained suspicious even when they had found the Watchtower.

Things were different with them, though.

Certainly, the red dog said with a pleasant smile, though provided nothing more until the second stranger joined them. This male was darker and carried more authority with him, but it was his means of arrival which seemed the most interesting. Both loners eyed the boat and the river as if these were curious new things to them, though Degaré's expression was harder to read. The damage to his face had done more than ruin his right eye.

Well met, Captain Milos and Ilse of Krokar, Talbot exclaimed. He seemed more friendly than Degaré, who remained silent throughout. We happened to hear of this place on our journey and came to see if what we were told was true, and indeed here you are! Though forgive us, we haven't introduced ourselves – my name is Talbot, and my good friend here is Degaré.

He glanced at the wolf as he said this, though Degaré seemed not to notice, focused as he was on the pair from Krokar.

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POSTED: Thu Aug 02, 2018 7:12 pm

The pair's speaker, a crimson-kissed hybrid with more friendliness and confidence than Milos had expected, offered an exclamation that elicited a small, agreeable bob from the Captain's nose. Of the other – a scarred and cobalt-eyed figure who looked more wolf than the one who addressed them – the Krokaran mere glanced at in a cursory sort of way. To the Captain, the speaker was the leader of the two, though he was not about to completely disregard the man's companion.

Next to him, Ilse watched the pair with scrutiny. A low-ranked Krokaran, the woman could be forgiven for her suspicions and lack of warmth. She had been a slave once, after all, and the experience had not dissolved from her memory. Except for those who she adequately knew, everyone was treated with mistrust.

But Milos, despite his own history, was an optimistic individual. Until they directly proved otherwise, he chose to see the best in everyone. "Here we are!" His smile grew as the russet man – Talbot, as it was – introduced the pair. "Pleasure t' meet ya both," he offered genuinely, dipping his dark nose. Milos glanced at the wolf with the scars and the sky in his eyes, but then focused on Talbot again. "What's it that th' two'a ya were told that drew ya to us, anyway?" he asked while Ilse, silent as ever, studied the pair.

OOC: r u kitten me rn? don't spoil meeeee. :c But srsly tho is okay. <333

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POSTED: Sun Aug 12, 2018 10:07 pm

It wasn't entirely unnew to be examined by the eyes of strangers. Degaré came to expect this – people always stared at him, even if they tried not to. He was disfigured and a man returned from the dead, so this was to be expected. This was less annoying than watching Talbot's striking features draw the eyes of tittering women (and a few forward men) more than a few times.

He satisfied himself with the landscape until the sensation of being observed began to make his skin crawl, and then forced himself to pay attention to the Krokarians. Dogs were becoming more and more common to him. It felt strange. The less often he saw other wolves the more alienated he felt.

Well we had been following a deer, truth be told – a meal often decides our path in the world, or so it seems, isn't that right?

Degaré scoffed. He lost the deer.

I'm easy to see, alas, Talbot woofed with laughter, and wagged his bushy tail. But our friend told us that you people took care of these waters – she neglected to mention you traveled them!

As his head began to turn, following the path of the water, Degaré asked: How far does the river go?

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