10-24-2011, 06:30 AM
OOc: Sorry I ended up so late >< Storming here and had to make sure the water could run through.
Drizzt once again pocketed his note pad as he drifted further and further inland from the eastern shore, having finished marking down the borders of Cour des Miracles. He flexed out the fingers of his right hand, shaking out the numbness. Writing and sketching did that to the Russian, though he knew that the map would be handy in the next few months. His hand found his scimitar, and drew the blade before he realized it. He idly swung the weapon beside him as he walked on, pondering what he should do next. He had the southern stretches of Nova Scotia marked down, as well as the the north western shore. He had made fair time on his assignment.
The assassin twirled his blade about himself before pausing. Lavender eyes looked to his surroundings, and he raised his free hand to scratch his chin. He was certain that he had heard a howl just now. It was open, a summons to any who would answer. Drizzt leaned his head back and watched the clouds travel east. 'West than.' His left hand tapped his temple three times before wandering off towards the caller.
It took him a few minutes, but the Russian soon found the fort, and the wolf who had sent out the call waiting at the broken gates with several others, one of whom seemed to be very eager about something. He paused to scratch his head once more before continuing on his way towards them, intrigued as to why they would be assembling at an old human fort. The blade in his right hand forgotten to him, Drizzt pulled his cowl over his head and shrugged off his pack before trotting up to the group, giving a short call to announce his arrival.
Drizzt once again pocketed his note pad as he drifted further and further inland from the eastern shore, having finished marking down the borders of Cour des Miracles. He flexed out the fingers of his right hand, shaking out the numbness. Writing and sketching did that to the Russian, though he knew that the map would be handy in the next few months. His hand found his scimitar, and drew the blade before he realized it. He idly swung the weapon beside him as he walked on, pondering what he should do next. He had the southern stretches of Nova Scotia marked down, as well as the the north western shore. He had made fair time on his assignment.
The assassin twirled his blade about himself before pausing. Lavender eyes looked to his surroundings, and he raised his free hand to scratch his chin. He was certain that he had heard a howl just now. It was open, a summons to any who would answer. Drizzt leaned his head back and watched the clouds travel east. 'West than.' His left hand tapped his temple three times before wandering off towards the caller.
It took him a few minutes, but the Russian soon found the fort, and the wolf who had sent out the call waiting at the broken gates with several others, one of whom seemed to be very eager about something. He paused to scratch his head once more before continuing on his way towards them, intrigued as to why they would be assembling at an old human fort. The blade in his right hand forgotten to him, Drizzt pulled his cowl over his head and shrugged off his pack before trotting up to the group, giving a short call to announce his arrival.