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Time for Dahmer to be social!
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He stuck to the trees, venturing out only when needed. Dahmer had explored much of the pack lands, but preferred the comfort of the forest. The former assassin was discovering that adaptation was more difficult than he originally anticipated. When he decided to leave the Guild and give up his old life, he assumed the transition would be much like his decision process: difficult and long, but only a single phase. It was far from that. Even though he'd left the environment, he found it next to impossible to go about any routine without his training kicking in at some point. He would move silently, keeping to the shadows when available, constantly scouting for any place he could use for cover. He knew that a more relaxed nature would come to him in time and with practice – but it was hard going. He found it easier to deal with his urges while in his wolf form – they didn't come to him as often then. On the job the assassins rarely, if ever used their lupine forms. That was purely for travel. As a result, he didn't feel constantly ready for combat while moving on four legs. It helped a little, but nothing soothed him more than the protective shadows of the forest. As a result, the majority of the male's time was spent to the east. He'd already found a place to call his own, too.
It was a little ways from the shore – about a five minute stroll into the trees. On his second day in Casa di Cavalieri he had found it: a great tree that stood proudly amongst others that could only hope to touch the sky like its branches did. The trunk was enormous and thick, roots reaching far into the ground and along a large bank that rose from behind it. Its branches were strong and sturdy, adorned with bright leaves – a few had even begun to change. It was a place where he could retreat to in order to be alone with his thoughts. He enjoyed the familiarity of being under the same roof as his pack: it reminded him of being back at the Guild. However, he found himself needing time he could spend in solitude.
On this particular evening, Dahmer was making his way back to his special spot. He moved at a leisurely pace, thick legs taking him up and over the rocks and logs he came across. His tail was held high in contentment, despite the fact that he was soaking wet. The massive wolf paused for a moment and shook himself vigorously, spraying the trees around him. The large fish he held in his mouth flapped against his maw looking as though it was still alive and struggling to free itself. He'd caught this one and a few others a little while ago. He planned on enjoying this one back at his den.
Satisfied that he was at least dry enough, Dahmer moved forward again. A cool breeze drifted through the trees – clearly a cause for gossip based on the way the leaves were whispering. He was far from being able to understand the trees' language and didn't dwell on it. Instead he enjoyed the feeling of the wind against his drying fur. He was calm and in a good mood – for once Dahmer was living in the moment and not focusing on past.
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