Ouija just had to get away from Anathema. Too much had happened there. It seemed almost as if it were cursed. Or perhaps that was himself. After all he had left a place that he had said he would help out before it had fallen to ruin. Though the place had gone downhill and was no longer safe for expectant families when he had left. If each member was being killed one by one then what reason was there to stay? And when he had left he had been expecting to start a family, not that such had worked out. Of course he ended up finding out that Mars had left the area as well and took up residence elsewhere.
It had been awhile since he had actually sat down and had a real conversation with Mars. Until recently Ouija had been caring for another only to have nothing at all come of it. Of course he ended up pouring himself even more into his work. But he finally had to take a break from that. Not that he was really taking a break. He had completed work that he worked upon transporting elsewhere. The pelt he had with him now was nowhere near as rare as the one that he had previously given away. It was still an interesting find nonetheless and so he had a few of them with him. Of course they varied in sizes since it had been a small family that Ouija had managed to capture and skin. But knowing him he had done it for the meat as well as the pelts. He didn't waste anything when he hunted. So even though he liked the pelts that hadn't been the only reason for their deaths.
Once he had the furs ready he had packed all of them within his satchel, along with the smoked meat, so that he could transport all of it easily. He knew that the skins that he had now weren't nearly as impressive as the one that he had given away before but figured that use might still be able to made from them. After all they would prove to be slick against water. These animals spent time in the water so of course the fur wouldn't let that through to get to the body. He figured that quality alone would make it worth having even if it wasn't an impressive sight to look upon.
He made his way to the borders of the pack that Mars had said he was moving to and waited there. He sent up a short, non-urgent call to allow the male to know he had a visitor. After all he hadn't warned the other before hand that he was was coming or had found out just where the other was staying so that he could knock on the actual door instead. Ah well, he figured that he could always ask for the other if Mars didn't end up being the one to heed his call.
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