Dancing on the line

Thorn Russo · 09-05-2012, 01:03 AM

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Thorn is such an old man rebel. Smile

Digging through the cupboards and moving aside dust and debris, Thorn slowly picked through the pieces, bits and bobs that had been left behind so many years ago. A lot of things weren't salvageable; they were crumbling and rotten but others would serve a better purpose. Pocketing what looked like a scraper Thorn first smelled and then heard another creature outside the shack. A tiny voice inside his mind wondered rather loudly if the local pack inhabitants had found out he was here. He wasn't trespassing per say but it was a little close even for an entertainer and a fool to comfortably live with.

The scent grew closer, as did the footsteps until the word 'hello' echoed in Thorn's black tipped ears. Pushing back his fedora slightly, Thorn turned and stood. Gathering the few little things in his hands and shoving them into his bag he walked back to the doorway and peeked his head around the frame to see the other wolf. Blinking away the dust the Vinatta native smiled, holding out a hand in a rather human greeting. "Privyet! Allo! You are visiting too?" It was important to be friendly, even though the scent coming off this wolf was not the same as that which laced the nearby borders. "Thorn Russo, visiting this little place to get some equipment for home." Not that he had to explain himself, but he was always friendly whenever possible.

WC: 238

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