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The things we remember -p-
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The padding of heavy feet hitting the ground echoed as the dark figure wandered aimlessly. He hated being cooped up at the mansion when everyone was busy and out doing things with spring finally here. In time it would be mating season again and there would be news of pregnancy in different packs. He was sure of it. He himself was expecting a litter with his mate. However, she had taken to staying far away from him lately, mood swings changing her logic on whims. This was unfortunate for the male but he had decided to make the most out of the bad situation.
The morning had come with a trip into the city. The old buildings fascinated him so much! It was always fun to explore the houses and stores. He often found himself collecting gadgets to bring home, books and music for his library. Today he pulled his bag over a shoulder pleased with his findings. In one of the larger older building he had discovered a huge collection of artifacts that the humans had gathered into one place, they even had strange creatures built from bones! He had spent the morning reading about the artifacts, their importance amused him. However, he had decided to leave everything in place, leaving Halifax with a few books, some piano music, some different sized hunting knives and even a couple of whips. He had heard if trined properly a whip could be a useful weapon.
With a smile he had taken off in the direction of Whisper Beach. From the large city it was easy to find, a broken down road way lead directly to the beautiful site, and Jazper was sure the frost bitten sand would now be soft from the past couple weeks of warmer weather. Sometimes the road would disappear, replaced by greenery logs and dirt. Jazz just kept moving forward, determined to see the beach he hadn't been to in what seemed like forever. Finally the familiar scent of the ocean salts stung his nose and he took a step onto the soft but cold sands. Walking along the shore another scent traveled strong on the wind as a white figure came into view. How ironic that both males would visit the beach on the same day once more. “Pendzez?” He questioned in a light tone, shocked to see him there.
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