Now this is what it's like

Saluce Tremblay · 01-16-2011, 04:42 PM

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Now who's the light and who is the devil,
You can't decide so I'll be your guide,
And one by one they will be hand chosen,
Now this is what it's like when worlds collide

Again it seemed the Dahlian male was out of his home territory. But this time he wasn’t on some long walk a bout, no he was merely within earshot of his homeland, and apparently within earshot of another packs lands. The thought worried him a bit, a pack so close to Dahlia could pose a threat to his lands security, and he couldn’t have that. He’d have to travel here and find out for himself what these wolves where about. A warring type tribe like Inferni so close would raise his alarm bells and he’d start increasing his patrols in this area along with his intelligence gathering. Conor had said little about this new pack, some part of him wanted him to think Conor was simple minded and easy to trust another pack but another part wondered if he hadn’t said much to him so that Saluce wouldn’t go and do something stupid either. Somehow he was on a mission to learn to respect his leaders judgment even if it was a personal battle.

But as with all things his mission was cut short as he walked along the brush and finding another hidden trap between the two packs. It wasn’t made to be a trap just a natural bridge that had been used for years to cross a deep rift in the earth. Now though he knew the log was rotten, and an unsuspecting traveler, especially one horse bound could find themselves in a rotten position. As with all things he considered the options, leaving it would mean it could trip up another packs wolves but just as easily it could prove fateful for a Dahlian wolves as well. But this time he didn’t have his axe with him, he’d have to file this log away in his mental memory for another day. As it was he was on four legs, preferring to scout in his nimble form than in his more cumbersome two legged form. It afforded him a sense of freedom at times and he’d have to come back more prepared another time.

No his form quietly went around the log and on toward this Cercatori D'Arte pack land, finally there he decided to walk along their borders sniffing and trying to find any hints about this packs intentions. As puzzled as he was he decided nothing could be gained unless he talked with one of their members. So his nose lifted to the sky and he sang a deep powerful song to the air, in the hopes at least someone easy on the eyes would grace his presence and maybe an interesting conversation could be started.

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