[J]You think you can tell the difference..

Skye Collins · 07-01-2011, 09:29 AM

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welcome to cercatori d'arte! Big Grin what would you like to be your beginning rank?

It had been three days since her precious puppy, Nathaniel, had gone missing. Skye had cursed herself every day for allowing herself to drift off to sleep when only two of her pups were firmly in her grasp; the other had wandered off, leaving only his own scent and the vague, muffled scent of another canine behind. She didn't know who the other was, but she couldn't leave Cercatori d'Arte on its own; Bangle had sent out to try and find her pup.

She could only hope.

On the inside, she was crumbling, devastated, but she kept a strong facade on the outside for her pups and her pack. It wasn't easy to hide her horrid guilt and desperate feelings - she wanted to run out and search for her son herself - but doing what Shawchert had done wasn't going to help anything. She had to stay the leader of the pack, and she had to do it strongly; she just hoped with all her heart that Bangle could find Nathaniel. In the meantime, she had decided to take another patrol along the borders of the pack; she didn't want another Argul if it was the last thing she did.

The long note of a howl reached her ears soon, and Skye was glad that she had decided to take the patrol. She found her legs carrying herself towards whoever called, and found herself looking at a man.

He looked a bit like Niro Takekuro, Orin's brother, at first glance, with the white fur and the dark hair. He smelled different, however, and the hair hung at his sides rather than in a mohawk. He did boast golden rings in his ears, however, like the Takekuro; unlike him, however, his eyes were an olive hue.

"Hello, traveler," she said warmly. "You are on the borders of Cercatori d'Arte - how may I help you on this day?"

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