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Firefly! set in Halifax
@&#&$Well then. His little adventure in Aniwaya had not gone over particularly well... actually, it hadn't gone over well at all. Still, he was convinced he hadn't done anything particularly offensive, so he doubted they'd hear wind of it so long as there were no issues with the clan in the coming weeks. Even so, he couldn't help but feel somewhat dejected; consequentially, he wasn't entirely ready to go home just yet. He'd only been gone about three or four days, anyway--it was highly unlikely that Inferni would crumble in his absence. They hadn't when he'd vanished for nearly a year, after all, and now Kaena had stepped up as their second in command.
@&#&$In his heart, he'd always known it should be that way. She'd been respectful of her son's position--his doggish cousin had stepped up to the plate in her absence and basically hit a home run. He'd kept the unlikely bunch of coyotes and hybrids working as a unit, even after the fires that ravaged the lands to the north spelled the end for all other groups. Gabriel was undoubtedly their leader, but in a very real way, Kaena was too. She had founded the clan, after all, and she had loads of experience to boot. Even before her promotion, anyone would have been a fool to question her--himself included. It wasn't as though he felt any less of a sense of duty to the clan, of course, he just felt less guilty about taking a few personal vacations here and there that lasted longer than twenty-four hours.
@&#&$Then again, extended leave meant he had too much time to think about things and become distracted by his own mind. There was no reason he couldn't continue some of his routines away from home, though, and he decided it might be a good time to exercise. Anselm found himself effortlessly hopping a low fence to an old park, which had since become rather overgrown with tall grasses and invasive vines. There were still a few nice maple trees, however, and one had a branch that looked perfect for doing pull-ups. After a quick stretch, the tattooed wolf began to count off, absently raising his chin over the branch a dozen, two dozen, three dozen times before deciding to change it up. He hooked his legs over the limb and began to do sit-ups instead--fighting gravity this way was even more effective than doing it on the ground.
Firefly! set in Halifax
@&#&$Well then. His little adventure in Aniwaya had not gone over particularly well... actually, it hadn't gone over well at all. Still, he was convinced he hadn't done anything particularly offensive, so he doubted they'd hear wind of it so long as there were no issues with the clan in the coming weeks. Even so, he couldn't help but feel somewhat dejected; consequentially, he wasn't entirely ready to go home just yet. He'd only been gone about three or four days, anyway--it was highly unlikely that Inferni would crumble in his absence. They hadn't when he'd vanished for nearly a year, after all, and now Kaena had stepped up as their second in command.
@&#&$In his heart, he'd always known it should be that way. She'd been respectful of her son's position--his doggish cousin had stepped up to the plate in her absence and basically hit a home run. He'd kept the unlikely bunch of coyotes and hybrids working as a unit, even after the fires that ravaged the lands to the north spelled the end for all other groups. Gabriel was undoubtedly their leader, but in a very real way, Kaena was too. She had founded the clan, after all, and she had loads of experience to boot. Even before her promotion, anyone would have been a fool to question her--himself included. It wasn't as though he felt any less of a sense of duty to the clan, of course, he just felt less guilty about taking a few personal vacations here and there that lasted longer than twenty-four hours.
@&#&$Then again, extended leave meant he had too much time to think about things and become distracted by his own mind. There was no reason he couldn't continue some of his routines away from home, though, and he decided it might be a good time to exercise. Anselm found himself effortlessly hopping a low fence to an old park, which had since become rather overgrown with tall grasses and invasive vines. There were still a few nice maple trees, however, and one had a branch that looked perfect for doing pull-ups. After a quick stretch, the tattooed wolf began to count off, absently raising his chin over the branch a dozen, two dozen, three dozen times before deciding to change it up. He hooked his legs over the limb and began to do sit-ups instead--fighting gravity this way was even more effective than doing it on the ground.