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Saul Stormbringer · 04-10-2012, 05:28 PM

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10th April 2012 . 12ish . Moonstone Lakes . Lupus Form -squishes Ezra and Eli-

Saul Chibi is byTitmouse!

The rhythmatic scrape of the rake-like instrument along the ground was soothing to the grey male, an indication that something was going to be accomplished. When he'd found this place, he'd instantly been drawn to the wild nature of it- a little pocket of earth nestled between the lake and the forest, that would be away from prying eyes and seemed to have everything they needed. It had awoken something primal in the male, and he found that the more he stayed here, under the roof of the wooden structure he had built, the more the human remains began to frustrate and irritate him. He couldn't have said where the change came from, but there was a profound need within Saul, a need to touch down with his lupine roots, to feel at least something of a wild wolf, instead of a caged in, civilised creature who resembled their ancestors only in looks. He contradicted himself a little by standing on two legs, but he could slowly feel his mind set changing, morphing into something that wasn't so sophisticated and humanised. Thoughts swirled in his mind- his task wasn't mentally taxing and he allowed his mind to wander. In truth, he'd thought about allowing Hermes and Artan in here to cut back the grass, but he couldn't guarantee that they wouldn't break through the walls and destroy his home. So he was going to have to remove the grass by him self.

The arrival of his cousins nearly two weeks ago had been like a balm to the taught nerves in camp Stormbringer. Temeraire had been distraught at being removed from Eli's company, but the arrival of his 'Uncle's had caused a lift in the boys spirits. It was great to see them get on so well, and Saul would often find Temeraire tagging along with Bran or Niernan, sometimes both, into the woods for a game he was no privy to. Often, the burdens that Saul allowed himself to be placed under stopped him from being a carefree father and he sometimes envied the time his son spent with his cousins, but he had so much to do that he couldn't afford to be lax. He had been extremely grateful to Niernan and Bran for helping in building their hut- Saul had already built two of the things on his own and it was a pleasure to talk to someone, even if neither of them had much experience with wood working. Soon, Saul was going to have to find a large source of sap, or something, that would make their huts waterproof, before the end of the summer. Luckily, their move had been at the beginning of spring and they had long months ahead of them to tweak their shelter.

His thoughts often dragged him from the present, but now that there were four adults instead of just two, Saul knew that his home wasn't unprotected. Still, there was always something that threw a spanner in the works, and cinnamon backed ears twitched receptively as a howl broke through, quickly joined by another voice. They were clearly a summons, and the voices were familiar. Placing the rake-tool against the wall, he concentrated briefly, white hot shivers racing down his spine as he allowed his bones to resettle into a form that was becoming more natural to him. With a soft huff, he exited his hut, casting a glance towards Lilin's home. His heart, as seemed usual, stuttered and Saul uttered a soft growl at his offending organ before taking off towards the forest. He was able to closely pinpoint the origin of the howl- they hadn't been far away when they'd made the summons.

Of course, the sight that met him bought him up short and he skidded softly, green eyes widening as an instinctual grin curled his lips. The husky-coloured body of a friend he thought he might not see again, accompanied by the similar marked body of his son caused joy to race through his body. Ezra... Elias! I-I... What are you doing here? He exclaimed, disbelief and happiness saturating his tones. He had to admit, he'd missed the mans relatively quiet presence and his tail began an automatic swing as he looked from father to son, wondering who was going to answer him.

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