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The unfamiliar scent caught his attention, the fur on the back of his neck automatically rising as he moved towards the borders. Alistair found himself often pacing the edges of the territory without thought, checking for breaches and marking if faint. It had just become a familiar routine that he just couldn't seem to get out of. Ali moved through the brush silently, bihued eyes collecting the scenery, all of it familiar. He was wearing simple clothing, merely jeans and a gray v-neck. The jeans were beat and covered in wood and green stains, and the shirt was ripped and was scented with dirty. These were his work clothes, after all. His knife was in his hand, for he was still on the search for the wood that could be used as a surfboard. Still, no luck for the coywolf.
As he continued towards the scent, another caught his attention. X'ies. Alistair continued, realizing that X'ies scent was near the strange one, probably already at the situation. However, as he finally arrived, X'ies was nowhere to be scene. Ali quickly guessed that the male was in hiding, assessing the situation from the darkness. Alistair paused before the owner of the strange scent, a female of blond. Alistair crossed his arms, eyes slightly narrowing as his fur continued to bristle. "Who are you?" His voice was even, neither friendliness nor hostility in his vocals. His usually warm eyes were cold and focused upon the stranger, ears perked and alert for any sounds of possible...'companions' of the lady. However, there was always a chance that she may join. His knife was still in hand, even though it was a carving knife...It still could be used if defense was needed. Alistair was smaller than most wolves and dogs, but he still had power in his punch and could defend himself with ease. A surfer kind of needed to know that. Ya know, defense against sharks and stuff. Cause Ali totally has fought a shark. Totally.
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The unfamiliar scent caught his attention, the fur on the back of his neck automatically rising as he moved towards the borders. Alistair found himself often pacing the edges of the territory without thought, checking for breaches and marking if faint. It had just become a familiar routine that he just couldn't seem to get out of. Ali moved through the brush silently, bihued eyes collecting the scenery, all of it familiar. He was wearing simple clothing, merely jeans and a gray v-neck. The jeans were beat and covered in wood and green stains, and the shirt was ripped and was scented with dirty. These were his work clothes, after all. His knife was in his hand, for he was still on the search for the wood that could be used as a surfboard. Still, no luck for the coywolf.
As he continued towards the scent, another caught his attention. X'ies. Alistair continued, realizing that X'ies scent was near the strange one, probably already at the situation. However, as he finally arrived, X'ies was nowhere to be scene. Ali quickly guessed that the male was in hiding, assessing the situation from the darkness. Alistair paused before the owner of the strange scent, a female of blond. Alistair crossed his arms, eyes slightly narrowing as his fur continued to bristle. "Who are you?" His voice was even, neither friendliness nor hostility in his vocals. His usually warm eyes were cold and focused upon the stranger, ears perked and alert for any sounds of possible...'companions' of the lady. However, there was always a chance that she may join. His knife was still in hand, even though it was a carving knife...It still could be used if defense was needed. Alistair was smaller than most wolves and dogs, but he still had power in his punch and could defend himself with ease. A surfer kind of needed to know that. Ya know, defense against sharks and stuff. Cause Ali totally has fought a shark. Totally.
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