For you Shaw. SSWM: 485
Gaël hadn’t been to the Souls region in a while, or at least didn’t seem to be around all that much. It was time he got back into the swing of things and went to see how his family was doing, assuming of course that he could find them. For now he was unsure. He wondered if his sister and brother were still around to greet him and speak of any new news that may have come up. The giant knew of his brother’s location in the nearby pack to the west and wished to visit him, though he of course wanted to see the other packs that were around. The winter had brought new life to the land and he was eager to take advantage of it. His gentle nature made him seem to admire everything around the land and care for it. His secui paws padded along in the snow as he traveled along, not all too sure of where his feet would carry him. He moved his eyes around to the snow covered trees and tried to avoid the falling snow so his instrument would not be damaged. That would be the last thing he needed to happen. The male paused for a moment to stretch out his limbs and check his surroundings. He couldn’t smell much in the direction he was heading, though he had not much else to do, so he figured it was best to just be on his way. He took a moment to adjust the guitar on his back before he continued on his way.
After a while more of walking, Gaël paused as he could hear the sound of rushing water. His ears followed the sound until he stopped at the scent of something. This must have been a pack’s borders. Although he was curious to the sound of the water, he didn’t want to give the impression that he was after something, so he backed away and waited at a safe distance to see if anyone would come by. The giant, feeling a slight inspiration for some music, leaned his guitar gently against a log and began to shift into his optime form. He could feel the shifting and changing of his figure as it occurred. Once his transformation was complete, he picked his instrument back up and took a seat on the log. His claws gently brushed over the strings to produce the music, trying to match something to the flow of the water. A soothing sound was released and the male closed his eyes to get more in tune with the sounds. His eyes periodically wandered over towards the source of the original sound, sure that someone was bound to hear him playing away. His mind was at peace and now all that was left now was to wait and see if someone would greet him so he could see the water himself.