Green ocean on the horizon

Wayne McCoy · 11-17-2011, 11:01 PM

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Wayne had traveled all of his life, at least so far as he could remember. He’d moved from his childhood home when he was no more than a child, wandering with his parents until he met his best friend—and even then, wanderlust had claimed the pair of them once again. He was a nomad by heart, a ramblin’ man, but it seemed that life had changed now. It was now stationary and now a hell of a lot more crowded. He didn’t altogether mind, but the cowboy needed some time alone every once in a while, and he sought that time now outside of Casa di Cavalieri territory.

He remembered lazy days spent at the Gulf and Whisper Beach, watching the water, and suddenly the desire to see the ocean overwhelmed him. He shifted into his lupus form before the sunrise and jogged east, leaving Dixie and his belongings in the pack lands. He thought about taking his hat with him, but it was a silly thought, and it brought a rare smirk to his lips as he trotted past the gates.

The Labrador mutt was used to long travel, and his endurance was good. He barely tired as he came across a river, stopping for a drink before following its course. Occasionally, he leaped into the water and waded through it, his thick dusty-grey-yellow fur dripping. He was at home in the water, though, almost at home as he was with the horses and cattle. Days spent swimming as a boy with his webbed paws had shaped a sort of recreational love for the rivers and ocean.

He somewhat regretted not bugging his best friend to come along, though she’d been working like the rest of the pack and deserved a rest, not to be roused before dawn to go on some random escapade. After all, it was his own restlessness, and he would have to just deal with it.

The wolfdog yawned and slowed his pace, sloshing through the water and scanning the area quickly for signs of food or foe. The scent of a loner hit his nostrils instead, and with half-flop ears pricked, he looked in that direction. He thought he could see a brown timber pelt moving through the trees. He reflected briefly of the good deeds Casa members were supposed to perform and wondered if anything would come out of this encounter. He wasn’t really the most outgoing of luperci, but he’d have to manage a bit more if he was going to be a pack member, he supposed. Dixie was always better at these meetings, though.

Wayne swam along the river a little more until the current became a bit strong, at which point he leaped onto the bank. The sound of his body leaving the splashing water was loud enough to direct the loner’s attention in his direction, and so he paused and gave his coarse coat a thorough shake before glancing around for the wolf he’d seen. Deciding to make doubly sure the loner would notice him, he let out a “Howdy.”

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