08-17-2012, 01:55 PM
It had taken the young wolf just over two days to get from his home town to the outskirts of a city called Moncton. As with the other abandoned human cities and towns, this one was slowly and surely being reclaimed by nature.
He was wary of the other folk he saw on his way there, either giving them a wide enough berth to go unnoticed or doing his best to remain hidden, letting them pass, leaving his presence unbeknownst to the luperci he "encountered".
Roland found himself sitting on the rusted-out husk of an RCMP squad-car on the shoulder of the highway, re-honing the tips of his throwing spears, primarily used for hunting. He hummed to himself while he slid the whetstone along their streamlined, bladed hafts, until their "business ends" were sharp enough to pierce bone when thrown at his target.
His ears perked up at the sound of what he thought to be foot-falls on pavement. The young wolf grasped one of his spears; then ducked behind the squad-car, ready to defend himself, if the need arose.
He was wary of the other folk he saw on his way there, either giving them a wide enough berth to go unnoticed or doing his best to remain hidden, letting them pass, leaving his presence unbeknownst to the luperci he "encountered".
Roland found himself sitting on the rusted-out husk of an RCMP squad-car on the shoulder of the highway, re-honing the tips of his throwing spears, primarily used for hunting. He hummed to himself while he slid the whetstone along their streamlined, bladed hafts, until their "business ends" were sharp enough to pierce bone when thrown at his target.
His ears perked up at the sound of what he thought to be foot-falls on pavement. The young wolf grasped one of his spears; then ducked behind the squad-car, ready to defend himself, if the need arose.