Cercatori d'Arte: a pack full of daedal canines, much like Slade. So why hadn't Slade been comfortable to be in a house full of them?
The young coyote had been too happy to leave Sky's house, where it had already been overcrowded by the time he arrived. One main rule was to never follow a stranger into their house if they led you, but Slade was assured that the canine who he was following was friendly enough and that his house wouldn't be quite so crowded. He could ignore the cold that he was thrown into as long as it meant he could avoid large crowds. Claustrophobic he was not, but shy he still somewhat was. Still, the fact that he saw Sankara following them made him feel uncomfortable; his last encounter with her had been a little less than friendly, and now it looked like he was finally going have to destroy his last smudge of pride and apologize.
Slade settled against a wall of the house, not feeling right going onto a couch. Couches were for the two-legged, as they would likely be a bit uncomfortable on the floor, and Slade wasn't about to let his snow-slushed paws ruin the kind host's furniture. Besides, he was used to sitting on hard, cold ground; he tried his best to ignore this as the multicolored canine introduced himself as Mars Russo, a guitarist. Slade hadn't met a musician yet.
It seemed like Sankara was already settled, curled up in a corner with a warm blanket. She had probably been sleeping for all Slade knew; let her sleep so he didn't have to talk to her and become all guilty again. To his surprise she got up and pointed out the obvious, that Mars was going to play a song. She sounded different, and while Slade couldn't point it out he could have sworn that she had some drops on her fur. Assuming that it was snow, he shook his head quickly and listened. He was confused by her offer, firstly because she had again forgotten to introduce herself - even if she knew Mars, she probably didn't know the other canines in the house - but mostly because he didn't know what she was talking about. Was she volunteering them to sing along? God, he hoped not; he had never tried doing that to his voice and didn't plan on it.
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