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The afternoon found Locke away from the tunnels and caverns that encompassed the majority of the pack's residents. He found it both queer and interesting that they, as canines, chose to make their home in a cave; large, spacious caves no doubt, but underground nonetheless. But he hadn't complained about the adequate shelter from the elements it provided. Far better than the ramshackle and run down settlements that he'd spent time in during the last few months. Earth was solid and steadfast—not unlike the woman who'd welcomed him into the pack.
Locke glanced down at the palm of his hand where the cut was still visible. The wound was small and had closed not long after it was opened. But it was not the concern of infection that drew his gaze but rather the curious manner in which he'd been accepted into Anathema. Her family as well as his now. It was a pact sealed by blood. He was bound to them as they were now bound to him, she'd explained. He was family. Agares, she'd called it.
The coywolf sat there in silent contemplation until a gust of wind carried the scent of another member to his nose. Entirely distracted from his train of thought, Locke lifted his gaze to the ocean before pushing him up and off the rock to land ankle-deep in the scorching sand. He followed the scent of salt and wolf down the beach a few dozen yards before spotting the swarthy male seated on the rock. A strong wolf; large, even by wolf standards even in his smallest form. Massive, really. Locke had no doubt he would be completely outmatched in combat against him, but it did not deter his curiosity.
He observed him in silence for a few beats before calling out over the gentle roar of the waves, "Bit hot for a guy like you to be out in this heat, don'tcha think?" He remarked with an offered smile only to turn and pull himself up onto a nearby slab of rock, seating himself on the dark stone. He noted, fleetingly of course, the contrast of white on the fellow male's pelt, wondering what sort of genetics led to such a drastic conflict in his appearance.
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