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WotD:
"ebullient" - high-spirited
June 20th, 2009
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The man had only been in the pack for two days, but he was already beginning to wonder who there was around here. Vigilante knew that there was a kind with an eye for flair, and there was a very angry small female. The rest of the pack was just a vague idea to him, a group of misfits it seemed, judging by the description Jacquez had originally given about beggars and cripples. He stood, stretching his arms above his head as he stared at the horizon and the dropping sun. There would still be maybe an hour of daylight, though it was fading rapidly. His second day (second full day, that is) was coming to an end, and he still had yet to meet anyone else. The pack was small, he could only assume from the lingering scents, but surely he should have been able to meet someone else by now. Despite this, he was feeling rather ebullient, and he was determined that today would be the day that he met someone new.
His hands fell to his side, brushing the muscles beneath the fur of his unclad legs. Occasionally, he opted to wear clothing, but it was not something he chose to do frequently. Vigilante preferred the feeling of being completely free in this form. Standing tall, he felt as if he could see forever, and his body was toned to the point that he felt as if he could run forever if he chose, to be completely and utterly free. Jacquez had been shifted when they had met, and it had left the malamute-mix wondering if everyone in the pack stayed shifted, or if it had just been a coincidence that he had been greeted by someone shifted when he, himself, had not been shifted. And to think that he had been afraid that he would be greeted by someone who didn't shift, so if he had been shifted, it would have been awkward.