Word Count → 380+ :: *cuddles Zana cuteness* XD Little bit of a blah post 4am... but I just had to respond or I couldn't go back to sleep ^_^
The hunter had gone out for a stroll as the pot of a deliciously smelling creation slowly bubbled within a pot he had found. He had looked through the stores one evening and was curious about the vegetables the pack housed. He had mildly asked around to see what they were for and eventually he learned about cooking. The scarred moonlight male just had to give it a try so he gathered some of the vegetables. Earlier that day he cut them into large chunks, filled a pot with some water and threw them in along with some moose meat. He wasn’t sure how it would turn out, how it would taste but from the look of the thick dark mixture that was speckled with white cubes of potatoes, yellow spots of corn and bits of red from tomatoes the male was hopeful. Unsure of just how long it takes his patience was already running pretty thin. That is why he decided on the stroll.
He found himself near the edge of the borders realizing his mind had gone away with him. He wondered how long he had been gone from his unsupervised meal and was going to hurry back. That was until he saw a horse in the distance. From where he was he could have sworn the large beast was alone so he started to approach it hoping he could keep it at the stables until he found the owner. Then he saw her. If he hadn’t taken a second look he would have sworn she was a child but the clearly matured small young lady was anything but. Light couldn’t help the small smirk that graced his stone expression. It was then he knew he must capture her form in one of his art pieces. Such a unique individual should even be immortalized in something far more permanent than just paper and pencil. Good day friend. Unsure of why the stranger was trailing on the borders of his home he remained relaxed but from the looks of her she seemed somewhat friendly. What brings you to our borders? Light figured it was his duty to ensure she meant no harm to the pack. It was a huge relief to be able to loosely greet strangers at the border of a pack, for back home AniWaya’s kindness was a far cry from some of the things he had been forced to do.
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