Welcome to Cercatori d'Arte! Love your character's personality, by the way. (and the guy on your table!!) :3 And your birthdate is right; the date is in liquid time, which means that right now, it's 2011.
The weather was still very chilly, and Skye couldn't believe she had almost forgotten how cold it could get in the winter months. Her creamy-colored pelt didn't soak up much sunlight, to be honest. It was, however, thick enough for the winter; but that didn't mean she couldn't walk around in the snow without clothes on. Clothes were so practical; they protected her fur from getting wet from the white powder that fell from the sky and often melted on someone's head, and they kept her warm enough so that she could take a walk in peace and quiet. Right now, she wore a warm coat that was lined with fur on the inside, and long, soft pants that hugged her legs. It was a very comfortable style, and she thought that she may wear it again sometime.
She was glad to be on her lonesome. She had been bombarded by people almost nonstop since she'd been in Souls, and the signs didn't seem to be stopping any time soon. She was glad of all the friends and new people she was meeting, but quite honestly, she wanted some nice...relaxing...time to herself.
And today was the perfect day to do so.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, revelling in the cool air - wait, what was that? Her eyes snapped open as she sniffed once more; a wolf. Rather, a few wolves - perhaps three. She deftly flashed through the forest, her keen eyes seeing through the dark, dense trees, and then she saw them. The one in the front was easily more impressive, his coat clean and pristine and his brown, dark fur groomed well. He held himself quite high, shoulders thrust back and chin up in the air. Skye had to stifle a giggle at his important posture, reminding herself that he was a guest.
She then heard his request - he required assistance. Skye stepped out from behind the tree and smiled at the wolf. "Assistance is here," she said with a hint of a laugh. "I am Skye Collins, co-leader of Cercatori d'Arte; how may I help you?" She thought this man was quite formal - a trait she rather liked. It seemed from the clothes and what seemed to be business-like suitcases that he had been civilized before he had come to the area of Nova Scotia and Skye's small but expanding pack; and that also suggested that he was smart. Perhaps he could read? Skye loved someone who could read; right now, she only knew two or three other members of the pack that could.
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