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OOC: Sorry about the crazy long wait! D: 400+
It was so stuffy in here. And dusty. It amused him to think that here he was, living in a pack so very different from what he had been used to. He'd fought the second in command and even got away with it. He'd mated the same male's sister and slept with his mate and somehow his body was not being used for a rug in the main house. He'd found the Wolfville Library and had now decided to take up a temporary sort of residence there, while he figured out exactly what to do with all the books and the extensive amount of repairs that needed to be done. Which brought him full circle right where he was, in this dingy, stuffy, dusty shed, trying to find an axe. And maybe a ladder. The one currently in the library could fall apart at any time and he certainly did not wish to die crushed under a mountain of book, no matter how much he enjoyed reading.
The voice which called him was unfamiliar, although the scent was not. Lubomir straightened up too quickly, bashing his head against as shelf and knocking several dried up tins of paint, causing them to crash everywhere, on his back and the floor, stirring up even more dust. He coughed, sneezed, even shook himself a little. The impact had only hurt momentarily, although it did not mean he didn't curse his clumsy hands. Finally managing to disentangle himself and breathe more normally, he turned around and looked upon the strangely marked female from the hunt.
He noticed again, as he had then, that she seemed peculiar in more ways than one. For one thing, her pelt still managed to startle him. He never thought he would see anything like that in his life. Indeed, he never had, which only made it that much more peculiar. For another thing, her eyes were pure white. Lubomir felt slightly uneasy around her and he wasn't sure just how well he could hide it. The last thing he wanted was to somehow manage to offend her. That would certainly make him feel bad. Not just because she stood higher in the ranks, but because she had done nothing to incur such an attitude from him. Indeed, if he recalled correctly, during the hunt she had proven herself a quick hunter, with great skill and amazingly good self-restraint, offering him the kill when she'd been the one to catch up with the deer. My lady. I apologise for this mess. Should we go outside and speak? Coughing all the while, Lubomir went out of the shed and into the blinding sunlight.
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