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Thorn Russo · 09-07-2012, 11:23 PM

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Squeak. Squeak. Sq-Squeak. Thorn squeezed the yellow cartoon bone repeatedly like a stress ball, wandering through the pet store looking for anything else that might get some attention back in Vinatta. No one could say that Thorn wasn't a giver and he felt it important to give back to the pack that was saving his sanity. Deciding on a few other glass items and items in the beginning stages of deterioration Thorn packed up his messenger bag and started down the street. One last squeak of the toy and he put it back into the bag, adjusting his fedora and staring at the large horse not that far from him. Thorn's first reaction was to recoil, perhaps use expletive words and exclaim something in Russian. Instead he pushed that away and just stood there, black lined green eyes staring at horse and rider quietly.

Taking a few steps closer Thorn tilted his head, rather obviously sniffing the air as something familiar and not familiar trickled into his nostrils and right to his brain. Tail wagged gently behind him, black tip and peppered hairs blown very gently by the breeze. Was it possible that there were more creatures from Russia who called the Souls lands home? He knew his own family had made their mark here and presumably the other pirates had done the same but this wolf on her grand steed didn't seem familiar. There was always asking, that was an option available to Thorn. Taking a few more quiet steps he stopped and tipped his hat to the grey wolf. "Dobryj vyechyer! Good evening! Hope I am not trespassing here." He didn't want to get too close, that was a big horse and Thorn didn't do well with horses on the best of days. Ink still had to help him get over that. Thorn had added in the Russian greeting and hoped it would answer at least one of his questions.

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