[/html]In his lupus form, Trent had gone about to discover the territories some more. For some time he had been hauled up in the hotel, and truthfully he had even hunted for himself minimally, often taking from the caches, then feeling guilty, but always repeating his crimes. The coywolf feared for winter, he feared for another meeting with Alder (for he hadn't visited Alder nor Pony in quite some time and didn't like being berated for things; which then lead him into avoiding Alder more), and he feared for someone to find out that he was really just tagging along for the ride, not providing anything good for the pack.
Trotting through the woods, Trent followed a stream, feeling perfectly at peace being by himself. With no one around, there was no one that could tell him off for things, either. It was a lovely day, and he was actually feeling good, for a change; better than when he was still in his den all the time, anyway.
Suddenly, he heard a noise and looked in the direction of that which had disturbed his rest. At first he saw only someone's huge belly and tail going into a hole. He wasn't entirely sure why, but Trent stood by and watched for some time as the stomach, then the tail, vanished completely into the hole. He watched the hole, mesmerised, when suddenly a familiar face popped out, completely unexpected. He hadn't recognised her end half. "T-Terra!" he stumbled out in surprise, since he hadn't expected to see anyone here, least of all her, whom he hadn't seen for quite some time. Then, remembering the size of her stomach, ".. What on earth happened to you?"
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