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It was easy to say that in the short amount of time Jensen had been accepted into this pack, things had been easily defined as ‘interesting’. What had he been getting himself into when he had decided that he wanted to stay here? Was the fact that there were many talented beings here really worth it? He’d already had his house broken into for god’s sake. He could easily say that he had never had that happen anywhere else. It was a surprise, and it kept things lively to say the least. The people here seemed to be quite the characters, he could give them that. It was probably slightly unfortunate he had managed to show up in the midst of a bunch of drama between three of the members it seemed. Two females an the alpha it seemed to have been in a situation.Oh well, that was their own issue, he didn’t have to worry about it. Jensen wasn;t a huge fan of drama, he had never been. It was why he had left home. They ahd not accepted him for who he was, and instead of staying and dealing with them for the rest of his life he had packed up and left. Sure, it was easier than talking it out with his family, but he tried that. It obviously hadn’t worked.
That was all behind him now, his own drama had died a long time ago, so hearing news of drama here was amusing, but none of his business. The man had left his Violin back in his home today. It did leave his side at times, much to the disbelief of some. It wasn’t glued to him, and he felt it was safe there. So why not leave it behind as he took a walk? That’s what a normal person would do anyway. Jensen had himself moving along the outside edge of Thornburry at first, tracing the outside as if to get a feel for what it was like on the outside from all directions. Being able to know where he was at all times was always useful. Though everything was covered in snow and he’d had to do the same thign again when the land was green, that was not for some time. Putting it off until then seemed just stupid. Why wait? He was here now.
The man made his way around trees, recognizing the way he had come in with Shaw leading the way as he made his loop. He’d be spending quite some time out here playing in the future. He was less bothered out here than in the city it seemed. No that meeting the people of Cercatori was a bad thing, but when he played sometimes he just wanted to play, and that was it. No bodies, no voices. Just notes. Now who could ever complain about that? He quite liked it out here, the quiet was nice. The city so close. He missed his alcohol though. He’d be sure to set out and find some, sooner than later.
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