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-chews dissy- 19.05.12 . 9.30pm . borders . lupus form
Saul Lupus is by Alaine!
Nearly six hours before, the Clan had become a proper pack and Saul was proud to have been named leader. Or co-leader perhaps, as Lilin stood strong by his side. His mind threw him images of them together properly, the way he wanted to be. It was complicated though and he had no idea how to proceed. Lying in his rounded house, green eyes staring up at the rounded ceiling, he couldn't quite keep his thoughts from turning over and over in his mind. They wouldn't quiet and he couldn't sleep. He knew that there was someone awake at least- it was perhaps ingrained into their lupine nature to have at least one of the pack awake. He didn't know who it was, although he thought he'd heard Bran exiting his house not long ago. Living with the Clan for the weeks that they had, he had learnt fairly quickly the sound of the pawsteps of each member and he concluded that it was likely to be the caramel man.
Green eyes were drifting shut as he forced himself to focus on the sounds of nature outside his door. He was perhaps just slipping into an unconscious state when a loud, mournful howl shattered the silence. He was up and out of the door before he had really thought, shifting down into his lupus form to run quicker. He and Lilin had taken opposite ends of their territory borders this afternoon, scent marking and establishing said boundaries. Disbelief coloured his thoughts as he moved, a sense of urgency to his pace. He didn't think there would be anyone at their borders for a good few weeks at least. Perhaps this wasn't someone looking for refuge, perhaps this was someone who wished to challenge their claim to the lands.
Green eyes, well adjusted to the darkness as all lupine eyes were, saw the dark form of the female sitting on the ground a few moments before he came trotting to a stop in front of her. His expression was kind and polite, his posture dominant but open. He wasn't certain why she was here, her scent revealed her gender and unattachment to a pack, but it would help very little to simply stay silent. Welcome, miss, to Vinátta's borders. How can I help you? He asked, his tone warm and friendly. There was no need to be rude or abrasive, he would get his answers shortly.
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