the highest purpose is to have no purpose at all

[Josiah Ozario]

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Josiah had been in his den, tidying up and organizing it. It was a nice single’s den just the right size to be cozy without being too small. He’d not had much chance to decorate, but he’d set a deerskin rug down to sleep on for the time being, until he could find some time to get some furniture made. On the walls, to keep he place from being too much of a bore, Josiah had decorated with a few drawings he’d made. One of the ocean and another of a valley of flowers.

The cold outside was hardly welcoming, but it was not in Josiah’s nature to stay in one place for too long, and so he’d ventured away from the comfortable den and out into the flurries that could be found around Jaded Shadows. It was on this leisurely walk that Josiah found himself glancing at a dark colored male. The male seemed friendly enough and Josiah figured it wouldn’t hurt to acquaint himself with more pack members. Making his way towards him, he stopped beside him, smiling cheerfully. ”Hello, friend,” he offered in greeting before adding, ”I am Josiah, who are you?” the male asked, politely waiting for a response.

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