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Para Teddy. wc: 431
As much as the Marino had been dreading and avoiding going out east, he'd finally reached the point where he couldn't put it off any longer. Still, the farthest he would allow himself to drift was to the inner streets of Halifax. The thought of the Valley pack lands just outside of the eastern edge of the city lingered in his mind no matter how much he wanted to ignore it, continually trying to goad him into stopping by. Ehno knew it would be pointless, though. His children wouldn't be there. Rio had disappeared after what had happened to her, and if Harlowe was smart, he would have bolted from the lands after what he'd done to his sister. He couldn't even venture to guess whether Lucia still remained within her birth pack. No, there was nothing there for the Dreamer now.
Ehno just wanted to get into the city, get what he needed, and get out. He'd taken his sweet time making the trek all the way out here from Crimson Dreams, but he would have to pick up the pace now. He'd once again found how wonderfully distracting his carpentry could be, and now that he picked up a couple of large-scale projects to work on, he realized he would need more tools and materials. He knew just where to look for them within the concrete jungle and finally he had to resign himself to returning. Gathering the materials was a simple enough task; he slipped into the big warehouse, dumped the collection of hammers, bolts, and other useful items into the small duffel bag he'd scavenged and was ready to be on his way.
Despite his eagerness to leave, in his typical curious fashion he wound up distractedly searching through a smaller building on the path home. Within a small wooden cabinet that had been broken open, he found a few over turned bottles, one of which contained a fair amount of rum. He pulled the bottle out, amber gaze studying it in silence. He could bring it home with him and enjoy it there, another reason for him to hurry out of this place. But here he would have the privacy of the skeleton city to drown his sorrows. Ehno stepped back outside, bottle in hand. The old duffel bag found its way to the ground, and the Marino leaned against the cool brick wall of the building. He hummed a somber melody he'd learned back in Italy, sipping from the bottle between verses. It warmed his body and numbed his mind. Just what he needed.