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OOC here: Table & Coding © Jenny/Kiri; 522 words
Ouija had just been getting back onto the pack's lands when he heard the call go up. He had been about to make a pit stop at the home that he had found for himself but decided to forgo it in order to see what was going on instead. Was this the way it was going to be? Was there going to always be a meeting every few days? If so then he wouldn't be able to wander as he was prone to do. Perhaps the subject would be discussed at this meeting. Were they going to be set weekly things or something? If they were and they were kept on the same day then he would be able to plan around when he would have to be back by and so he could take whatever trips he wanted to. And even if it wasn't discussed right off then perhaps he would bring it up as a point of interest.
He followed the reverberation of the call back to its source. He was surprised to find only two gathered. Though not so surprised when he saw that the two were the leaders there. Of course it would make sense for them to be there but no one else? The last time he had joined in it was after everyone else had already gathered. Oh well, maybe the others were outside of pack territory as he had been. It would certainly make sense at least.
The bloodstained male gave a wave and plopped himself down with his back resting against a tree. "You called?" He spoke up, not even seemingly concerned with how he must look to the others. He had bloodstains covering his face from where he had rubbed it in. He had also splattered some on his chest and arms as well. And of course his hands were coated because that he what he had used to spread the color upon himself. The proof that he had just gotten back from his self coloring trip and onto the pack's lands was because he had to take his satchel off and place it down next to him. If he had already been on the lands previously then he would have left his satchel in his home. Though it might be good that he had it with him. Who could tell with these here if he would end up needing something from it or not.
Actually he could use it. With one hand he picked up a stick from the ground and with the other he pulled out a recently acquired metal bladed knife that was picked up in Halifax from his satchel. As he waited for more to arrive he just randomly started to cut into the stick. He wasn't certain what he was working on just yet. For once he actually didn't have a certain idea in mind. But then again he was only doing this just to well, have something to do. After all he didn't like to simply sit around with nothing at all to do. He was the sort that liked to keep busy with something or another.
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