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Hi. :] Is this in Drifter Bay or the Waste? IC
Bane walked along the beach, his stride steady and long, leaving rather large footprints behind in the snowy sand. Classic January day today, he noted as he moved, eyeing the steely ocean through the snowflakes that whirled down around him. He caught a whiff of Inferni in the air as he pondered his suspicious presence here; perhaps he had come to visit Siobhan, and while he would have liked to see the child coyote again, it wasn't his main reason for being there.
It baffled him to think what he was doing at all. Back home (home being a word he used now simply for lack of a better one) they would have had him killed for such treachery. They had wanted to for the prophet alone. Things changed, like the seasons, like the sky, and the black wolf knew that he would pursue this path regardless. Right or wrong, he would know eventually.
Inferni faded from the air and another scent took over -- that of a wolf. No pack scent clung to him like dirt from a child's fur; only a loner would really bother coming this close to the halfling clan. Curiosity piqued -- though this was hardly a difficult thing to do -- Bane kept an eye out and after a moment spotted a pale wolf seeking shelter in a low cave. Shaking the snow from his fur, Bane greeted the stranger. "Hello."
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