07-30-2008, 04:32 PM
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!@#$%As his eyes may pick up on smoke visibly swirling around in the air, his nose picked up on her scent as it grew in potency. Her gait was that of a biped--he could tell by the sound of her steps before he even saw her. When she did appear, he immediately curled his tail up neatly at his side and allowed his ears to fall back. Half-shifted, it wouldn't be hard for him to make himself lower than her, but he wished to be clear. This was meant to be a peaceful encounter, and he was being respectful of the borders. Nobody sane could deny him that. !@#$%Then again, she was wearing clothes. And her scent was definitely that of one of the leaders here, and she was definitely very coyote--her build was too small to even suggest much (if any) hybridisation. Despite any confusion that may have been going on in his head, he did a good job at keeping it off of his face. When she addressed him he dipped his head low, and then spoke with no hesitation. "Hey," he said. "I'm Anselm." He might have used an alias once upon a time, but he'd gotten into a really bad habit of giving coyotes more information by default since he joined up with Inferni. !@#$%"I was just coming to check out the pack here. It's yours?" he asked curiously, to the point. He was interested, but it was hopefully clear by his tone that he wasn't looking to actually join or anything. It was natural to be curious about the neighbours, was it not? And so far as he was concerned, these were definitely the weird neighbours that moved in and painted the house bright purple and green, and stuck up pink flamingos in their yard. They were different, but he didn't know exactly why. That was what he was here to find out.  |