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Thank you for starting! And post-dating this is just fine by me. :] wc: 575
Ehno had never much considered himself an early bird, usually rising well past the ripe beginning hours of the morning, or at the very least finding himself with a peculiar lack of energy until his mind seemed to finally shake off the last clinging remnants of a peaceful night’s sleep. For the past week, though, he found himself rising with the sun each morning, fully awake and greeted by disconcerting thoughts that had sprung up recently. The Italian man would drift from task to task as the sun pushed itself farther from the horizon, seemingly unable to fully settle down with any particular assignment in mind. In the growing tradition of this past week, Ehno had woken up bright and early this morning with that same insatiable need to find something to distract himself.
He had been feeling unsettled lately, and perhaps his strange morning activities of late should have been expected as a result. In the weeks after learning that Naniko had decided to slip away and leave their children alone in Phoenix Valley, he found that a curious little portion of his thoughts would always be lingering on it, especially within the last few days. And the more he thought about it, the more his would start to feel ashamed for not taking action and doing anything about it. But why should he dwell on his cowardice now? What would it matter? No, he was determined to distract himself with something else today, but finding that something was proving to be difficult. He had started off the morning determined to finish off the little figurines he had begun to carve days ago, but had accomplished nothing more than fiddling idly with some of the tools in his workshop before finally giving up altogether.
The chocolate furred male decided then to slip out from his home in the Manor, intending to perhaps hunt, perhaps take a stroll around the pack borders in a leisurely patrol. Instead he wound up spending time lingering around the edge of Rabbit Lake, the mere idea of productivity seemingly thrown out the window. Eventually he took to idly wandering along the lakeshore, drifting along past the new cottage that had been erected in the wake of Old Red’s fall and off to the west. Ehno had been contemplating going off on that small hunt once again when the old windmill came into sight along the horizon, its familiarity accompanied by the sight of a stranger resting at its base.
As personable as Ehno was, the thought of meeting a new face was much more pleasant than continuing to wander about the lands by himself. He adjusted his course to the windmill, wondering who this stranger could be. He was aware of a brief influx of new members being accepted into the pack of Dreamers, and entertained the thought of this man being one of those new souls. As he approached, he shook his head briefly to clear his lengthening bangs from his sight so that he could get a clearer view of the man sitting casually upon the rock. Amber gaze took in the sight of the stranger’s clothes and his cane, as well as the doggish pattern of his fur.
Curiosity piqued, he picked up his pace just a tad and began to wave to the other in a friendly gesture as he neared. “Hello there, stranger,” he called out, the words dancing with his ever-present Italian lilt.