01-12-2009, 10:30 PM
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All welcome, located at McNamara's Landing. WC:300+
It was cold, not that Ehno hadn’t gotten used to the cold by now. No, the Italian boy, after a few weeks of already enduring the snows and freezing temperatures, could say that he had adjusted almost fully to the colder climate of this land. But that didn’t mean he wouldn’t stop complaining about it when he found himself out and about, embracing the low temperatures.
Ehno had left the mansion earlier that day, before the snow began to fall from the sky. He knew that the snow would be coming down sooner or later from the sight of the plump grey clouds filling the sky, but he decided to go out anyway, thinking it irresponsible to shrug his duties simply because he wanted to avoid the inevitable snows.
He was out patrolling the packs northwestern border, making sure the markings were still strong, checking for any signs of intruders. Ehno had been spending too much time wandering around the city of Halifax and the surroundings territories lately. His love for adventure seemed to slowly be coming back and because of it, he felt like he had been abandoning and ignoring Crimson Dreams. To make up for it, the chocolate-hued male had picked up his old patrol habits once again. It was his favorite pack duty, satisfying both his need to explore and his need to protect his friends and family.
The snows had just begun to start falling when he was approaching the northwestern tip of the Crimson Dreams territory. Ehno was flicking the snow from his ears when he spotted something strange in the distance. As he approached, he slowly recognized the large metallic object in front of him. From what he had seen in a few old human books, this was a plane of some sort—'was' being the key word there. The front of the vehicle was smashed beyond repair. Boxes were scattered out around the plane, a fresh dusting of snow covering them. Curious, Ehno directed his course toward the smashed plane, stopping to inspect the torn metal hull.
It was cold, not that Ehno hadn’t gotten used to the cold by now. No, the Italian boy, after a few weeks of already enduring the snows and freezing temperatures, could say that he had adjusted almost fully to the colder climate of this land. But that didn’t mean he wouldn’t stop complaining about it when he found himself out and about, embracing the low temperatures.
Ehno had left the mansion earlier that day, before the snow began to fall from the sky. He knew that the snow would be coming down sooner or later from the sight of the plump grey clouds filling the sky, but he decided to go out anyway, thinking it irresponsible to shrug his duties simply because he wanted to avoid the inevitable snows.
He was out patrolling the packs northwestern border, making sure the markings were still strong, checking for any signs of intruders. Ehno had been spending too much time wandering around the city of Halifax and the surroundings territories lately. His love for adventure seemed to slowly be coming back and because of it, he felt like he had been abandoning and ignoring Crimson Dreams. To make up for it, the chocolate-hued male had picked up his old patrol habits once again. It was his favorite pack duty, satisfying both his need to explore and his need to protect his friends and family.
The snows had just begun to start falling when he was approaching the northwestern tip of the Crimson Dreams territory. Ehno was flicking the snow from his ears when he spotted something strange in the distance. As he approached, he slowly recognized the large metallic object in front of him. From what he had seen in a few old human books, this was a plane of some sort—'was' being the key word there. The front of the vehicle was smashed beyond repair. Boxes were scattered out around the plane, a fresh dusting of snow covering them. Curious, Ehno directed his course toward the smashed plane, stopping to inspect the torn metal hull.