Word Count :: 370 Do like short posts. Failed at writing one myself. ._. Since they're close to CdM anyway, I'll just have Rurik run back home to get the piercing stuff later. ^_^
The beauty of the summer's day had caught Rurik's attention, and he found he could not stand to be in the small house a moment longer. He enjoyed the company of his family, but even with all of the windows and doors opened wide, the home still felt stuffy and stagnant, almost stale today—and so it was gleefully that Rurik left, trotting aimlessly down the street and heading nowhere in particular. It was simply a nice day for a walk, and the silver-shaded man meandered about the Miracles pack territory, still bowled over by just how lovely it was. He had been here since March, and even so, he had still not quite realized just how lovely this territory was. It suited him—it was so close to the ocean, with so much beach and coastline. Happy and content as he was, Rurik knew this was not a place he would remain for the rest of his life.
He was a wanderer at heart—he loved to see new places and old places he had been before, revisiting and discovering. If he was not in motion, he was not happy. Even so, the nagging feeling that he was getting a little old for this charade lingered on his mind. He was nearly eight years old now, no longer a young man at all—his family was growing old, he was growing old, and he would eventually find his energy diminishing, the life he so desired to live simply beyond his physical ability. For now, though, climbing and meandering the sharp, rocky cliffs of the Shattered Coast was easy for Rurik. He was not particularly athletic, but neither was he useless.
Though he realized he was outside of his own packlands, the silver-shaded werewolf paid this little mind. He often came up this way, as it seemed to be a popular spot—he had met a few canines over here recently, and he enjoyed company regardless of their origin. Just such a scent had caught his attention, and the ash-hued wolf followed it absently, coming across a rather young girl who seemed to be simply enjoying the sights of the cliff. “Allo,” the man called, wagging his tail in greeting.
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