He didn't really want to be anywhere but his new home, but the boy had learned some very interesting things about his father in the last few days. The trip had been... worth it. So on Jericho's back- the mare now a touch healthier than the day he'd joined Vinatta- he planned to traveled North, back home. He'd come south to visit Halifax, having heard things about the place, but before he could leave and go home, he had to pick up a few things first.
A few hours into his salvaging expedition, or so he liked to think of it as, the boy had collected quite a few new items. Many were just old blankets and pelts, things he could pile onto Jerri's back without any problem. Others were smaller trinkets- bottles, containers, books. He'd found a few knives, though he'd have to find someone to fix them into working condition. A black handled pair that seemed to be the same thing, just replicated, and a wooden handled hunting knife a little like his own. He'd sell the black handled ones- they didn't seem to suit him any. The wooden one, he'd probably keep.
Jericho was happy to walk along beside him, because he'd stopped on the way at an apple tree. Every time he loaded her with something new, an apple would be pulled from his bag and fed to her- she didn't mind working for treats, even if the blankets and furs made the weather almost unbearably hot. She'd survive.
They came to a stop once more in front of another abandoned building. Most of the houses and buildings that still have rooves had either been taken as temporary homes or stores, or else had been lived in for short times by various travelers on their way through the city. This particular one appeared to have a guest. Ink stopped at the broken doorframe, staring in until his eyes adjusted to the change in light. Jerri waited outside, ready to kick anyone who came near her while her boy was busy.
Ink shuffled carefully into the old building, keeping careful paws away from rubbage that snag his clothes. They didn't really make for easy travels- he'd regretted his choice in clothing early into the trip. Dual colored eyes scanned the room and spotted the source of life, a tall, patchy dog with orange hair and brown fur. Male. Ink perked his ears slightly and leaned against a shelf, one that seemed to be connected to the floor. "This stuff taken, then?" He called over, trying to play it cool in hopes of not getting picked on.
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