One coywolf's trash is another pack's treasure.

Shawchert Menue · 11-07-2010, 07:29 PM

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3 points OOC: <3!!!!

Shawchert had just met up with Malachi and had a good time, he and Skye had hopefully made her feel very welcome. Now he was enjoying his time alone. He was playing his flute, enjoying the melody he was making, one of his earliest, yet favorites because his mother had always asked him to play it over and over again. He liked the feeling of belonging and now he did, though he did miss his mother from time to time, he did not miss anyone else in his past. As he moved closer outside his pack he heard something other than his own music. He stopped playing to hear the strum of a lute! His heart quickened, he didn’t know anyone who could play one that was already in the pack. He moved quickly towards the sound and saw something… well something he wasn’t completely expecting to see at all, the wolf’s adornment was his first sighting and in many ways it looked so strange, but it also looked like this wolf was at home, he couldn’t help think this wolf as some kind of collector with his assortment of beads and interesting things that he had.

I don’t mean to interrupt you but, you are very good with that lute!

Shawchert said his eyes bright with interest. He wasn’t smelling any other packs on this wolf which made him a bit more excited even though he didn’t show it. Maybe he was more of a wanderer though, like Shawchert had been in his earlier years. Whatever the matter, maybe he could get to hear some more of that lute that this fine young fellow was playing. He was also curious about the other things that he had, and the significance of all that he wore. Shawchert had never been one to wear things himself, though he thought the loincloth had been a nice fashion statement.

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