Back so soon?

[Mars Bartholomew Russo]

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OOC: hope you don't mind me jumping in. +5

It had been one of those random days he had decided to take to the borders of Crimson Dreams since the amount of able bodied people had been cut in half because of the raid that was performed on AW. He had not been part of it because of his reclusive nature and the fact that AW had not done anything against his personal family. Perhaps if they had attacked piccolo, or if his son and daughter or Krystalle had been involved then maybe he would have cared more. The fact that he was walking around, boredly, showed how much he actually cared for the pack of the dreamers. He was not compassionate about the pack that was so tightly knit in the one town yet they had all of this room to actually have their own homes and have their own families and combine that way instead of them all hording themselves inside of the manor. He saw no reason to fight with the AW pack because that pack should have taken care of it's leadership or whatever it was and left CD out of it. The ones who fled to CD should not have been so cowardly as to get the next pack over involved with any of the stupid drama that went on inside of the Native American tribe.

He was in his Optime form like always, his jacket covering his arms and chest while his pants covered his legs. An otter pelt he had fashioned into a belt of sorts had adorned his hips and his sunglasses hugged his face as he walked along, his stupid black sheep following behind him like he was some shepherd. He didn't mind the sheep following him as long as the dumb animal kept up and it did not do anything stupid. He trudged along, mountless for once as he was stalking the borders. A frown hugged his face as he took a cigarette from the case in his pocket and he took a lighter in the other hand, put the butt in his mouth, and lit the end and inhaled the smoke. He then let the smoke filter back out through his nose and mouth as he continued to walk. In the middle of him walking, a scent was first to hit his nose before a long piercing howl had gotten to his ears. He recognized it as Orin and he immediately started to run in her direction before another howl and scent entered his nose. Shawchert. What the fuck was that stupid asshole doing here? His curly tail was raised high on his back as he continued on, his ears flat against his head and a nasty look adorning his naturally handsome face.

It took a few minutes for him to come upon them, and when he did, Orin was well past the borders, Shawchert hung back, but it wasn't like Mars was excited to see him, actually seeing him put Mars into a foul mood instantly. It put him on edge and he growled audibly to the two as he cut them off. His tail lashed in the air behind him, and his fur bristled. Orin, you are trespassing on Crimson Dreams territory, when not invited, I suggest you take whatever bullshit drama you are bringing back to Cercatori, Crimson Dreams has suffered enough heartbreak and death this week. he dared to growl at the woman, his eyes icy behind his sunglasses, while his lip lifted to show his yellowing teeth. He would have thought about being nice to her former packmates, but he did not appreciate either of them anymore, so he did not think twice about being as cold as he was to either of them.