Ambition was not a driving factor for the simple wolfdog -- or at least not in the magnificient, sometimes malignant sense that most wolves seemed to think when they heard the word. Though he had not wanted to start a pack of his own, not wanted to found anything larger than perhaps a ranch run by him and Dixie, the past few months had proven that there were some things in life that he did want. He had abandoned his rambling loner's life for a growing pack, for instance, and in that way he was helping the 'Souls lands to grow. He still had hopes centered on a particular young woman, and who knew how high those hopes could fly once he let them out of their cage.
No, Wayne might not have thought of himself as ambitious, but he had enough drive to remain strong and optimistic in the quiet wilderness here. And perhaps the constant birth and growth, death and decay, fission and fusion of the factions here betrayed the fact that these lands weren't quite as dead as some might think.
The blonde canine winked back at him, and as he ducked to clear the door frame, he chuckled quietly. "Anything more interesting than a rock is fine with me," he said. His side of the conversation wasn't quite that interesting itself, but he didn't have big dreams when it came to human dwellings like this. He was a practical man, after all. "Tools would be nice. Our pack is hoping to rennovate the buildings in our territory. It'll be more humanized than many of the other groups around here." His voice betrayed no pride for a humanoid lifestyle or scorn for the more feral creatures. He'd grown up in a two-legged world, but it hadn't been as industrialized as those lands across the sea. He recognized that, on many occasions, four legs were better.
He glanced over his shoulder at the light outside and woofed softly at Fern, who snorted in response and stood still. He hoped that she wouldn't be in danger out in the town. So long as she came when he called her again, he could breathe easy.
Surveying the house, Wayne noted the two sets of stairs and nodded at Amy's suggestion. Part of him shivered at the thought of going underground, but this house didn't seem as structurally damaged as some of the others might be. He still tiptoed as softly as he could on the creaking steps, wondering if he shouldn't shift to a smaller shape. His sheer size was useful when it came to working as hard as he did, but weight had its curses.
He paused once he'd reached the last step, glancing around at the basement of the house. Some of these lower stories were bare and dank, but this one had a faded orange couch as well as a television on one side of the room. He wandered over, picking up a VHS from the couch then dropping it when it didn't seem to be useful. There was paper on the wall -- a movie poster that flopped over from its own weight. He smoothed it back up to see stars and what looked like futuristic planes in the background, while a human held a glowing beam-thing that might have been a sword.
The other side of the room had a bookcase. Knowing that many of his pack were more humanized, he wondered if their skill with weapons was matched by skill with reading. He reached over and began to pull out the books one by one, struggling to read the covers.
"Wuh... Wah-tur...ship... Ah, hell." Wayne tossed the rabbit book on the ground and called to the female. "You have any luck findin' something useful?"
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