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Private for Ade. :3 I hope the little town of Berwick is close enough to DdM for her? I left the form up to you, so you can decide on whether he is in lupus form or optime form, depending on what she prefers.
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The orchard that he stood in no longer bore the beautiful fruits it once did, having been overrun by other plants and weeds over the years, but Vigilante could almost imagine how it would look and smell. He walked between the trees, dodging the dragging limbs like the fingers of death. Some had grown thorns, and others had become ridden with bugs; neither thing was particularly pleasing to the malamute-shepherd mix. He was, admittedly, a little rough around the edges, and by far was he not dainty, but he still did not enjoy certain things. Painful plants and squirming bugs were among the things he preferred to avoid completely.
His thoughts travelled to the fiery little female he'd sort-of met the first day he had arrived in the territory he now called home. She had left before introducing herself, and he and Jacquez had then parted ways. There was something about her that made him wonder more. He supposed it would probably be because of her appearance and attitude, and that made the most sense. Vigilante had been trained to study others, and while he no longer used those skills for hunting them, he couldn't shake the observation habits. The man hoped to find her again soon; perhaps they could get to know each other. His muddy eyes blinked against the shrouded sun as he decided that he might seek her out soon enough. Vigilante would have liked to, at least, know the little spitfire's name.
Once more, Vigilante brought his face closer to the tree he was standing near. His nose was twitching as he inhaled deeply, taking in the sour - and yet strangely sweet - scent of old fruit. What kind of fruit would have hung here, when it was tended to? Surely the tree could still produce fruit; it just needed to be taken care of properly. He considered his own hands in their shifted form. He had the delicate touch that had been required to switfly end lives. Perhaps he could use those deft hands to create life, rather than end it.