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The common smirk on his face had only grown wider when he had learned of his ascent in the ranks. Denver had been waiting for this; after all, he had killed a man for the Salsolan Boss and his Crone. For the recent supper, he'd even offered a fat doe he'd lassoed and wrangled himself. He was out of practice, so it still took quite some effort from the short mutt. He'd since recovered from the exertion, of course, and was practicing his skills daily. Despite his attempts to abandon his roots, it seemed that at least this skill was proving useful.
This evening, though, he'd decided to take a break from his practice; after all, he'd been exercising all morning. Denver paused before crossing through the ruins, briefly considering finding Maggie to celebrate their rise, but he considered the time and figured he would catch her soon enough earlier in the next day or two. With a long stretch he rose, draping his lasso across his body comfortably, just in case. He did not anticipate much trouble, though, and only desired to get out of his musty rubble home and breathe some fresher air.
The newly inducted member of the Family strode along at an easy pace towards the shore, the salty air compelling him. He thought he caught a whiff of another scent as the darkening beach came into view, and as the landscape opened up, he was sure he was right. The shape of a woman moved about ahead of him, and though his pace did not quicken, he moved towards her to investigate.
Upon his approach, he observed kindling and wood set for a fire, but no flame, and a pole stuck in the ground with a line out into the waving sea. Someone was about to eat. At the thought of fresh cooked fish, his mouth began to water, and he licked his lips hungrily. He had yet to eat breakfast. Denver held his head higher than normal as he approached, giving the earthy gypsy-looking woman an easy smile, his eyes scouring her in appraisal. "Evenin'," he called as he shrugged the lasso off of his shoulders and set it atop a conveniently placed boulder. "You catch anything yet?" Maybe she would share. He hadn't seen this one before, either; perhaps she was new. That sense of newly acquired power pulsed through his veins, and he wondered how far he could push it.