06-10-2010, 08:13 PM
It had been sometime since he had landed on the eastern shore, and immediately upon arrival he started noticing signs of different packs. For awhile the wolf skimmed along the boundaries taking notes in his journal, along with making a crude map for him to keep his bearings in this foreign land. Today though his eyes saw a small tuft of smoking rising out into the moonlit sky and immediately his large blue orbs studied the terrain. Fire meant someone was either brave or stupid, or much more likely both. The large wolf’s frame bent down to kneel studying the earth, scents and signs wondering if he had accidently walked into a packs territory. Upon finding no evidence his intrigue peaks again as he looks out along the tree line toward the smoke.
Finally letting a clawed hand slowly sit under his maw in thought considering this opportunity to learn about the politics of this foreign land, knowing that anyone stupid enough to leave themselves so open is also open lipped. With a soft sigh he stands upward letting his frame once again stride out into the trees toward the fire. For a moment as he starts to near he wonders if he too like a moth to the flame isn’t just as idiotic to walk toward this unmistakable sign of occupancy. Better to side on caution he thought to himself as he let a hand wrap around the hilt of a sword on his right hip.
Finally letting a clawed hand slowly sit under his maw in thought considering this opportunity to learn about the politics of this foreign land, knowing that anyone stupid enough to leave themselves so open is also open lipped. With a soft sigh he stands upward letting his frame once again stride out into the trees toward the fire. For a moment as he starts to near he wonders if he too like a moth to the flame isn’t just as idiotic to walk toward this unmistakable sign of occupancy. Better to side on caution he thought to himself as he let a hand wrap around the hilt of a sword on his right hip.