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ooc murr: it's awkward for him meeting niro, but then again, he's awkward in general. He does know Orin though. <3 +5
The husky hybrid had been pulling things from one place to the next in his secui form all morning, his tri-colored beastly form stuck inside of a leather harness that his mother had made for him way back when he was with her. It was one of the few things that he kept from his days with his mother, and the only reason he kept it was because there weren't many harnesses that would fit his large body and harnesses in general were very hard to find, they weren't hard to make, but the last time he tried to make himself a harness, he just couldn't get the measurements to be right to where he wouldn't be choking himself, or putting too much stress on one side of the harness and all that great, complicated things that came with the making of one when he had his own one already made by his slave driver of a mother. He took a deep breath to keep from the reoccuring memories of the beatings came into his mind and made him uncomfortable being who he was, and he was Mars right now. He didn't want Bartholomew to come around. Bartholomew was a slacker that would do things but do them differently and sometimes out of style. The bright red dog harness that had been hugging his body had been form fitted and in a slightly battered condition, but it still got the job done when he was pulling the small sleds of log and other supplies that he needed for his house in Lunenberg.
The tri-colored being would be on his way back to Lunenberg when he had been caught between a howl for company on a hunt, and finishing his duties that he was supposed to be doing. His stomach would be the answer of the question of weither to join his pack for a hunt or to go on his way. His stomach, as if on cue, had rumbled loudly, and then Mars would have to think back to when he had a meal. He'd probably forgotten between shifting from Bartholomew back into Mars and vice versa. The beast would turn towards the howl, which came from the east. His tongue hung from his large maw as he had ran hard towards the howl, the wheeled sled being pulled behind him as he pulled it along with him. A few minutes of running and he would come upon the hotel that he was told that the healer lives. He cocked an ear at the male he saw sitting outside of the hotel, a bird on his hand. The secui male looked back at the sled for a second before he would unhook himself with his teeth and then move towards the younger male. Tri-colored tail was tucked down, the tip curling slightly because of his husky ancestry. He held his head tall on his broad secui shoulders though, and his mismatched ears were positioned with one towards the silver male and one pulled back lightly. Maybe I could be of use? the calm tone was in a questioning flavor that was tipped from the Californian tongue.
My name is Mars Russo. the words weren't too quick to follow, but he did offer his name none the less to the stranger.