Optime form. 
The days were beginning to be duplicates of each other. A series of waking up, getting ready for the day and then heading out into the world to get more supplies or going up to the brewery. Thorn had been obsessed with his brewery, the pack's brewery actually if he corrected himself, and today was no different. He had spent the morning wandering through the vineyards, counting posts and doing sums in his head as best as a Russian wolf who could shift into a werewolf could do sums. Thorn hadn't even stopped at any point to eat, and his stomach was beginning to growl here and there as he wandered from the brewery and past his house. Going inside and setting his messenger bag down he ran a paw through his salt and pepper locks, replaced his wore fedora and took a large swig of the welcome wine that he had been given upon joining. He promised his stomach food soon and set back out.
The howl made Thorn stop and listen, ears twitching as long legs moved him towards the source of the sound. He had been on the other side of those borders not that long ago and now he was walking quickly towards them like Saul had perhaps done before. Green eyes saw the large white wolf and horse long before he saw the painted female. Yet he didn't speak until he got closer, his own height still shorter than the big male but only by half a foot at most. He was used to being taller but this time he had his residency to help add a few inches.
Tail wagging gently and trying to not stare at the female who had called Thorn tipped his hat to the lady. She was rather interesting looking, not strange in a bad way but strange in a way that made Thorn want to ask her many questions and become her friend. She smelled of both wolf and coyote and memories of his children trickled like cold water down the back of his brain. Silence and then he spoke. "You've come to Vinátta, looking for someone or looking to come in?" His Russian accent gently flowed over his words but he avoided being silly or too informal. If nothing else there was a scary big wolf and a horse that could easily crush and trample him.
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