cakeFour legs made balancing easier; this was a plus. Bane was so accustomed to the two-legged form, however, that at various times during his hunt, he had had to suppress the urge to reach for something with his hands, pick something up with his opposable thumbs. He understood the ways of their ancestors as well as he wished to, but he also understood that everything ran its course -- including them -- and eventually there came to time to move on. In his mind, that time had come for the old ways, and he reflected these beliefs in his lifestyle. Hunting was the only thing he did on two legs, and even then, he was only half-shifted. The speed boost was convenient when hunting alone.
cakeDespite this, his potential lunch -- a pig, its ancestors once domesticated, reverted back to its wild ways -- had escaped him. It was inevitable; the heightened intelligence was an asset but you couldn't win them all. Having given up on it for the moment, Bane sidetracked a little bit to catch his breath, gazing at the ocean as he walked along the rocky shore. As stated, the four legs made it easier to move quickly along the smooth stones that scattered the earth, and for that reason -- and the fact he would return to hunting once the mood struck him again -- he didn't bother shifting back.
cakeFocused and Alert, as he always was, the dark wolf caught sight of a stranger in his path ahead, seemingly lost in his head. As he neared, Bane got a better view of the stranger and found himself looking at a two-legged wolf, a large male with yellow eyes and old scars. Bane spoke to strangers because their stories, their words, intrigued him, and then was no different. "Hello, stranger," he said from a distance, slowing his walk so as not to appear threatening. He had learned enough of fellow loners to know not all were eager to make friends.
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