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Location: Thornhill District, Halifax Weather: Mostly sunny, humid Time: Early afternoon |
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(317) For Sonje!
Skoll is by Sie!
Skoll had traveled almost all over the peninsula on his journey with Terra, when they’d explored from the southern lands to the northern woods, but he’d never seen a great city before. While there were plenty of human ruins in the Kingdom to investigate (including the house he lived in, and the hotel where the others stayed), his only experience with a truly large settlement was the port town of Lunenburg.
And so, when he saw Halifax, the wolfdog was amazed. He craned his neck to follow the vertical path of skyscrapers and gawked at the wide doors of the cavelike warehouses. His pads complained about the abuse from cracked asphalt, but the rest of him was tireless and energized as he explored streets surrounded by formidable buildings.
While a jaunt through the woodland was an olfactory experience, the smells here were mostly unchanging; there wasn’t the constant distraction of rabbit pellets and tufts of deer fur to catch his attention. Instead, he was given the smell of baked pavement, the occasional passing cat or luperci, and other artificial smells lined with the briny odor of the nearby ocean that pervaded nearly all of Nova Scotia.
That left sight as the most interesting sense, and his green eyes were wide to take it all in as he trotted through the streets to a grittier vicinage. The industrial buildings were less aesthetic, and all of them better suited the post-apocalyptic times anyway. Flattening his ears, he gathered up the courage to enter one of the terrifyingly massive entryways of a warehouse, where he sniffed at the likewise-huge stacked boxes and eyed the stairways and bridges above them.
Padding into one of the crates, however, Skoll surprised a mangy tabby cat, which hissed and swiped his jaws before bolting down the smooth floor to the other side of the warehouse. Barking obnoxiously, the teenager whirled around and gave chase.
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