09-28-2008, 05:37 PM
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Itsihnalv was still not one-hundred percent on this whole move here. He had been traveling these lands constantly nowadays and found the surroundings themselves fit, but the inhabitants not so much. When he had imagined their new home, he had done so with a vast place where no others would bother them. Here, they barely had elbow-room with all the packs of werewolves and even normal wolves around. And not to mention the coyotes; he had not gotten a fairly positive impression of them from that golden-furred girl by the beach, and he was certain that they would not feel good as to have another pack of wolves moving in, either. The young warrior frowned, walking with his eyes to the ground as he navigated through the Dampwoods. He had been here before, and was simply passing through to go towards the place where they had entered the area — probably to find Ayegali. That was, of course, until he found a familiar scent embedded in the area’s smell of rotting wood.
He knew it to be of the tribe, though he couldn’t really pin-point whom. Itsihnalv followed it diligently until he found the tawny-colored young one that he remembered, in a flash, was Usdi Tawodi. He had never really spoken to Tawodi in length before, but he knew them to be brothers in circumstance. They had both had their respective parents taken from them in the wars with the other werewolf groups of their past home, and he had always wondered how Tawodi had dealt with it, when Itsihnalv himself locked himself away from friends and family.
Go approached, tilting his head slightly when he came to greet the younger wolf. “Hello, Tawodi. Did you arrive here a short while ago?” With Tawodi’s age, Itsihnalv couldn’t imagine that the rest of the tribe was far behind. The permanent settling-down here would not be long from now.