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So far life in the pack had been uneventful. Spenser hadn't been as social as he normally was, usually sticking around his house and doing this and that. Mostly fashioning clothes out of boredom and because he was lacking some nicer things. He even made himself a new pair of bluejeans. Today he was wearing a loose sweatshirt with those bluejeans and he headed outside to wander around. Today he didn't look anything special; he wasn't very well groomed today(purposefully, he only looks ungroomed). His hair was messily tossed about, like he'd just gotten out of bed. It was a look Spenser had every now and then. Part of his expansive closet of different styles. And today was just one of those days where he was feeling more lazy than anything else, so a lazy outfit and hairstyle was suited for him today.
He walked along the street, comfortable in the cold. Snow blanketed the ground evenly ahead of him and he found his way to that garden Skye had talked about. Oh, yeah. He'd meant to go see her, but she'd had to do other things the day she accepted him, so they parted ways. It wasn't hard finding his own home though and he had settled in there quick, taking the next several days to get nice and comfortable and make the house a home.
He'd yet to make any friends, really. So maybe if he ran into anyone today, he could make friends. Invite them over, or something. Whatever friends did. Whatever... normal people did. He had a lot to learn, but he was very excited to meet the members hanging around. He was living in an artsy pack full of artsy people and he was very eager to see them do their things. Spenser wasn't going to seek anyone out, but if anyone happened to show up, he'd be quite social. For now he just wandered around aimlessly, bright eyes cast around to take in the cold surroundings with a slight smile on his long, narrow face.