06-13-2012, 01:09 AM
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"Well Dust, this is it..." Kenna sighed softly to her hoofed companion as he carried her at a lazy walk towards the borders of Cercatori D'Arte. Nervousness twisted deep in the collie woman's stomach as she once again reaffirmed what she was about to do. She came to the pack's boundary for the first time since her arrival to the lands in hopes to join its ranks after having taken a great fancy to it from what little she had gleaned as a loner in her own and through others observations of the inhabitants and their way of life. With a subtle backwards tug on the leather and handwoven rope halter that crossed over her mount's muzzle she brought the Buckskin stallion to a halt and dismounted from his bare back, her large footpaws crunching softly on the leafy ground. Before her spanned a lush green forested territory she had never crossed into before and hoped to soon call her home. A massive tree, decorated in a multitude of brilliant, colorful artistic murals, words and artifacts towered high above her head as she took a moment to collect herself in preparation to summon for the alpha of the pack she stood just outside of. She kept a steady paw on Dust's shoulder as he stood patiently at her side while she gazed thoughtfully out at the forest that blocked her view of the rest of the claimed lands. Only time would tell if she'd actually get to see what lay beyond the foliage. With his ears pricked alertly forward into the pack lands Dust nickered softly and bumped his nose encouragingly against his young caretaker. Kenna frowned slightly to herself patting against Dust absently. Blue eyes closed for a moment as a small anxious shiver passed along her spine causing the thick fur there 'neath her plaid shirt to stand on end briefly from the sensation. "You en't got no reason to be afraid girl...you can do this. It en't like you've got anything to hide..." She thought reassuringly to herself her eyes opening once more and gazing determinedly at the words clearly engraved in the border tree's trunk. 'Cercatori D'Arte'[/html]
A soft smile flitted across her features then as she found some sort of comfort in those words. This pack was a place of flourishing artists, seasoned tradesmen, and most importantly a group of Luperci that were rumored to possibly be the most accepting and tolerant of all the canines that roamed the lands. All of this spoke promise to Kenna and she felt her fears begin fade and her smile grow. Certainly her skills could be of use here and maybe she'd actually find a place to call her own and make a life for herself. She had enjoyed her time as a loner, but now it was time for a new chapter to begin. Ready to face what was to come now, the collie-wolf hybrid nodded silently to the horse next to her and while keeping a firm grip on his halter (in case her sudden cry startled him) she tilted her maw skyward and let out a howl, asking to seek an audience with the leader of the creative pack. As her voice echoed away into the trees, Kenna took time to make sure she looked at least somewhat presentable. She was a little dusty and perhaps a bit disheveled from her journey, but otherwise with a shaking out of her pelt, she was ready to be seen at last. Adjusting her Stetson hat the woman waited in patient stillness, just barely leaning against the side of her horse, tail swaying every so slightly with contained excitement and eyes bright and alert as she waited to be greeted. "This is it... The words rang firmly in her mind and her tail wagged to and fro a little in response...