08-03-2008, 10:30 AM
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Leland had spent the past few days rather lazily. His pace before he had hit these lands had been quick, he spent very little time stopping (only to eat and drink). Now he was rather enjoying himself, seeing the sights, smelling the smells and just in general fooling around with his time. Perhaps it was because he had met someone in whatever territory he wandered through. First Iskata, than the wolf with a husky’s pelt (at least the markings had been too strange to be a wolf’s coat). After so long on the road, a little conversation, even with a stranger, was a very welcome change. Plus a long rest after traveling so far was not uncalled for either. The only thing that he regretted was the weather. If he was going to bum about, he wished that the weather would be a little more sunny.
When he came to a pack, Leland thought about just going around the claimed land, but part of him wanted to see how a pack functioned in these areas. The last two wolves had been members of a pack, but neither of them had been in their pack lands. That meant they acted differently than when they were at home. Coming up to the borders he sat himself down, ready to wait until someone accidently stumbled across him. Leland knew he could howl and still be understood, but he also knew that his call sounded quite differently than the calls wolves could make. In his old clan, the wolves had always been amused at the dogs who would howl, and even more so at those that couldn’t howl at all. It was good natured laughter, they were always picking fun at each other, but Leland also didn’t know if the wolves here, would even welcome a dog visitor such as himself.
When he came to a pack, Leland thought about just going around the claimed land, but part of him wanted to see how a pack functioned in these areas. The last two wolves had been members of a pack, but neither of them had been in their pack lands. That meant they acted differently than when they were at home. Coming up to the borders he sat himself down, ready to wait until someone accidently stumbled across him. Leland knew he could howl and still be understood, but he also knew that his call sounded quite differently than the calls wolves could make. In his old clan, the wolves had always been amused at the dogs who would howl, and even more so at those that couldn’t howl at all. It was good natured laughter, they were always picking fun at each other, but Leland also didn’t know if the wolves here, would even welcome a dog visitor such as himself.
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