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Hope you don't mind an Ehno? ^^ wc:318
Another somewhat relaxed day for the male. The calm after the storm that had been the war still took a bit of getting used to. Ehno had been so used to the high-strung state that he’d constantly been worked into that it had started to feel like he was being lazy at first. Shrugging off his duties. But as the days began to put distance between the Dreamers and their great assault against AniWaya, he began to fall more comfortably into his old routines. His patrols along the borders were less of how they’d been during the struggles. It was just a calm stroll now, with senses somewhat attentive. There were no threats lurking in the skeletal forests now.
His physical state had had done it’s own healing and adjusting. His right arm had healed surprisingly quickly, a lengthy pink scar along the back of it the only indication that he’d been injured. While he was beginning to feel that his ribs were just about healed, they still ached at times, and he didn’t dare risk changing forms until he could be sure. The Marino had shifted once while injured—never again. That had probably been one of the dumbest decisions he’d ever made. So he strolled along the borders on two legs, a leisurely pace taking him through the autumn-touched woods.
It seemed that he wasn’t alone at the borders today. There was a howl, a voice that Ehno was almost certain was familiar. And it wasn’t far, either. The Marino picked up his pace, hoping to find the visitor quickly. When he finally spotted a figure up ahead, his eyes widened in recognition. Ehno hadn’t seen the dark-furred young man in some time. “Barry?” he called out as he approached. “What are you doing here?” His tone was curious, surprised. After the younger wolf had left, Ehno hadn’t been sure whether he’d run into him again.