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if you have any questions, feel free to ask It was high time the redhead leave his silly rooms in the Hotel and do his duty. It was the least he could do; patrolling the borders was nothing, not when he had nothing to really do after the anniversary party a couple of days prior. Besides, his legs were going get all stiff and thin if he did not stretch them and taste the fresh air outside. No wonder there were so many fat humans back in the day, if the old photographs were anything to go by. Being inside, out of the weather, was a guarantee of getting fat. Though Strel did wonder where exactly they got their food, but that was beside the point. He could not very well ask a human; they were all dead.
He did not expect to find much, since he never did find anything. Not that he actually bothered to patrol all that often. Actually, Strel did not really know if he was obligated to or not, but he figured, hey, what the hell? If there was an enemy at the borders, he would make a loud enough ruckus to get the strong people in to attack for him. Three years old and still the biggest pansy the sun ever did see.
His lazy stroll was just that, an easy walk. As the redhead was not expecting anyone, his gait was easy, hands absently touching the leaves. That was when the smell hit him. Not like a ton of bricks, mind, but as something unfamiliar and foreign. It was not familiar in any way. It did not smell of Inferni; he knew that smell. It did not smell of Crimson Dreams, or of Aniwaya, but the latter was a fading scent in his memory. Maybe it was one of the other two? Dahlia or Phoenix? Well, he knew he had to check it out. He was here. He might as well.
It was a stranger, that was obvious if the scent did not give it away. Lavender hued eyes watched the young female from a short distance. What kind of threat would she be? She was probably just another joiner. Huffing, he broke through the brush and through the distance. "Hello there, young one. You know where you stand, right?" It was odd, seeing a wolf in her lupus form, when everyone ran in their Optime more often than not here. Maybe she had not shifted yet?
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