An Old Man's Quest: Part 2
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OOC: Sorry it took me so long to reply. Word Count: . Word of the Day: cheechako, line 4, word 11. sorry this is sooo short I needed to make a post tobump up my count but had very little time.

The older dog in front of J'adore was a known one. He had smelt him when he had ventured on to the beach when he first arrived. A well traveled gentleman with his own boat. J'aore himself was well traveled. Exploring the iberian Peninsula, aweing over the long-forgotten Ferarris in Italy and trapsing the empty, but interesting London streets. The wind shuddered the shingles on the rickity cottage to his left. The man in front was a cheechako, to these lands, as had J'adore merely weeks ago. Crimson dreams was a homly pack to belong to, the close bonds between Alpha and Officer were reassuring and apreciated. 'I am J'adore Austral' he told the dog. as he waited for the other canine to speak up he pondered where he had been in his life. He had been to Italy, as he overheard, but where else.


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