Hop you don't mind awkward Slade?
Since the meeting a few days ago, Slade had managed to divide his time fairly well between being inside the territory and out; for the most of it he'd be exploring more of Ethereal Eclipse, daring to get even farther with each outing, but he would always return to his den in the pack's land for the night. He had to admit, though, ever since being in a den with Deirdre his own had felt cramped.
This was why, on a sunny afternoon, Slade had decided not to rest; rather he would take a walk around Thornbury. He'd missed this place. This was where he had been taught how to read, met some of his pack mates, and so on. Taking in a deep smell of the town, he realized that there were many new scents since he had last come; there were still the familiar smells of Skye Collins and some other scattered canines he faintly recognized, but mixed among them were many newcomers. Well, as long as they didn't want to cause any trouble, that was fine with him.
Trotting down the "street" at an even pace, the coyote glanced around at the houses. Things were calm as usual. This pack was funny; it went from an explosion of drama, with all the murder and Shawchert leaving and whatnot, and the next day it was totally calm as if nothing had ever dared upset the land or its inhabitants. He couldn't help but notice that the somewhat familiar smells of Mars and Krystalle were stale, as if they hadn't been around for a while, but since he was already a fairly good reader he didn't need to visit. Still, he was missing something here; that made at least three canines who he knew had left. Gosh, he was out of touch with things around here, dramatic or otherwise.
As he took in another breath, one of the newcomer's scents hit his nose, though it seemed closer than usual. Halting his walk, he turned in the direction of the smell and sure enough saw an unfamiliar Luperci. It didn't matter if she looked somewhat young, yet again he was the inferior because he wasn't a Luperci. Bloody shifters. He was starting to get annoyed by the way he was never the tall one; he usually didn't care about this sort of thing, but he found it difficult to be more outgoing when whoever he tried to speak with towered over him.
Shaking his head, Slade noticed that the brown female seemed to by eyeing the various houses, as if deciding which one she liked. Well, at least that meant she was here to stay; he could name at least three canines off the top of his head that he had met once then never saw nor smelled again. Again, he was reminded that he knew virtually nothing about the way his pack was going, as far as newcomers and canines leaving were concerned.
Not wanting to stand there like a spy all day, Slade cautiously approached her--she didn't seem to have a weapon, but he had no idea what those odd orange things were she was holding--and cleared his throat a bit. "Looking for something?" An odd greeting, but as usual he found it difficult to converse with someone who he had to crane his neck up to look at.
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