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The barbed wire fence held a particular intrigue for Ehno. Old human creations always had a way of catching his attention, though usually his curiosity for their relics was sated with a trip down to Halifax or a romp through the musty underground path hidden underneath Haven Manor. Finding something like this, isolated out in the open wilderness, was much rarer, and thus even more interesting. The old human-made buildings and objects had a tendency to be clumped together in groups like the cities and villages dotted along the Nova Scotia countryside, and it wasn’t often that something of theirs would be out alone amongst the rest of nature. As he examined the fence, he began to wonder just what they could have possibly needed it for, and whether the fence’s presence was an indication that more little objects of the human species’ legacy were around here somewhere.
By the time the girl stumbled upon him, the Marino had knelt down beside the fence to get a closer look at it. He was poking idly at one of the spurs on the wire, trying to judge just how sharp it is without actually hurting himself. Past all the curiosity, the thought of it amused him. But the sound of the stranger’s footsteps and shyly offered greeting abruptly tore his thoughts from his curiosity. His ears perked up and quickly turned to face the approaching stranger. She had a youthful appearance and a pelt of mixed colours that gave her a very interesting look. She didn’t have an entirely wolfish appearance, and Ehno found himself wondering what sort of heritage she came from. The Dreamer smiled brightly at her, waving a hand in an idle greeting. “Hello there,” he greeted, words painted with his usual Italian lilt. “This is some crazy fence, eh? Gotta wonder how the humans came up with it.” He grinned and motioned vaguely to the fence as he commented on it. Perhaps she knew some more about it than he did.