The tattered coywolf paused beside a clearing of trees, peering out at what appeared to be a weathered road. His head tilted curiously to one side, and his ears perked forward attentively as he chanced a sniff toward the strange structure. All of the roads Cerberus had ever encountered in his life were made of dirt or gravel, so this new, black material was rather foreign to him. Padding forward, he traversed onto it with all the caution of a curious pup, feeling the strange texture of the road beneath his paw pads. It was soft, but rough at the same time, much like a stone smoothed by the constant caress of a stream. Weeds and grass crept over the edges of the road like spindly fingers, portraying to all passersby that this was not a road many used for travel any longer. He touched his damp snout to its lumpy surface then, and a plethora of smells greeted him. Eventually he gathered that this was not a road forged by wolves, but rather one forged by humans long ago. How strange were the practices of the two-legs.
Suddenly a smell hinting at familiarity but still too new to spark any true memories drifted his way, and the coywolf peered over his shoulder toward the source of it. Trotting toward him was a petite, dark figure, one that proved to be a she-wolf sporting the perfume of New Dawn on her fur. When she spoke Ceri’s name, a coy grin immediately spread across his lips. Well if it isn’t my lovely little nurse, he cooed, flattening his ears as he slunk up beside her and nudged his snout against her cheek. What brings you out here, princess? He stepped back then, but only enough to look into her mismatched eyes. His ears remained flat and his tail tucked so as to show proper respect to a higher ranking canine, but otherwise his demeanor was rather calm. He would be lying if he said Insomnia wasn’t a pleasant sight; in fact, he was very glad to see her. But he would surely keep his guard up with this one – there was no point in wasting flirtatious energy on a wolfess who had a mate. The scent of Shadowfang lingered on Insomnia’s pelt, and Ceri knew from their night of hunting together that the ebony male could easily take him down if he viewed him as a threat. Still, there couldn’t be any harm in a little sweet attention…could there? Straightening up a bit, Cerberus flashed his most charming smile, and his tail flicked out from behind his ankles only long enough to provide a glimpse of his cocky yet debonair personality.
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