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A sort of companionable silence fell between the two while they walked. Theodoric would have made some attempt at small talk had he noticed it, but he had been travelling alone long enough that the absence of speech felt more natural than the spoken word. Furthermore, he was taking in the wet, lush landscape of the AniWayan lands. Autumn had claimed the coloration patterns of the woodlands, to impressive effect. This was rich country, he decided. Whether recently or generations ago, whoever had selected the area to house the pack, had a good, wise eye.

The landscape opened up, and Theodoric was surprised to see buildings. Years ago, the wolves of Jaded Shadows had lived primarily in their lupus form; certainly, they had used their shifting abilities, but the culture of the land had been primarily feral. Here and now, Theo was presented with a veritable village. Certainly, it was different from the European building patterns with which he was accustomed, but he could pick out private residences and public halls among the buildings erected there. The view was impressive, and Theodoric let the grin on his face say so.

“The village looks wonderful,” Theo hoped his praise did not sound fulsome, because he was genuinely pleased with the prospect of living in the village. For much of his trip to the new world, the Scottish weaver had been apprehensive about where he might end up living. He didn’t mind dens, but they made working the looms difficult. “If you’re sure I’m not imposing, I would appreciate moving into one of the open huts.” Liliana also pointed out the stables, which was a serviceable-looking building beyond the village borders. Worked fields lay beyond, another pleasant surprise for Theodoric. Tilled earth was another thing he had not been prepared for, and he realized he was going to have to radically modify his expectations.

He glanced over at Liliana, who had been so kind to guide him through the packlands. Yet, he didn’t want to take up more of her time than he needed, or appear incapable of looking after himself. At the same time, he didn’t want to sound ungracious, or like he was trying to be rid of her company (which was enjoying). “Maybe we should head over to the stables? Unload the ponies, and get them settled in?” And after, maybe, he could go about the business of setting up a home.


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