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Mars was not a happy camper, the man barely ever was. The last few days had been busy, rebuilding, and dealing with all the other horse crap that they had to deal with over the last few days, including the disappearance and reappearance of both Axel and Vox. Bartholomew also showed up to him this morning, loud and obnoxiously yelling about potatoes in Mars' ears at about five o'clock in the morning. Could you imagine that? Waking up to someone yelling in your face about how they wanted some mashed potatoes and gravy and then going on to yell about how they wanted potato-cakes as well. It made Mars have to get up and yell back about how he didn't care about how much he didn't give a shit and how much he just wanted to sleep until at least nine o' clock or something. He just wasn't ready for the world yet. Bartholomew had taken the body out to find those potatoes he so desperately he wanted. Needless to say, the Cubbins man did not find any potatoes and he went back to the house and gave the body back to Mars by the time he wanted to be awake. When Mars woke up, he had started to work on things immediately. For awhile, he had been working on a pair of jeans that he was to trade for services from a coywolf named Itzal. He needed to be ready for when the man came to seek the Russo, and the snowstorm had been great motivation to get it started at least. He would work on those for about an hour or two before he had taken to playing his guitar. Cercatori'D Arte was known for the music that was normally being played in whatever form. Mars heard music day and night sometimes, and sometimes he would just listen, others he'd play his guitar along with. Today, the music was in the form of the banging of hammers and the sounds of rebuilding happening. Mars respected the pack for rebuilding.
Mars had decided at some point that it was time for him to go and be ordered around to help with the rebuilding of the town of Thornbury. He quickly left his house, the guitar not failing to be strapped to the man's leather-coated back. The man hurriedly moved towards the stables, to go see his animal friends, Axel and Vox. He trotted along to the stables, and to his surprise (even though it shouldn't have been) he had seen Shawchert there, patching up some holes. Mars looked to his Alpha, this being one of the first times Mars had run into the Alpha. Good afternoon Shawchert, need help with anything? the man figured since he was here he might as well offer himself. Plus, he had been prepared mentally to be used to help the pack, so it didn't matter much to him. Mars moved over to the right of the giant that was Shawchert, and he casted his icy steel gaze to where Vox and Axel would be gated in. He saw the two beasts, waiting towards the gate, probably wanting to be out. Mars ignored them for a moment and awaited his Alpha's answer.
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