10-04-2009, 02:48 PM
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He was still looking for a den of some nature. While the Caves served their purpose for when it was pouring down rain (and Snake’d rather not get pneumonia), he wasn’t all that excited about a permanent home there. Over the months, he’d grown fond of sleeping with the sky above his head instead of stone or cement. Hell, maybe that would continue to change as he kept living in Inferni, but so far he was pretty indecisive.
The young coyote struck out from a temporary den in the Caves this morning (due to a torrential rain that occurred in the evening and throughout the night) and made his way eastwards. He thought he might pass past that barrier of wolf skulls and try to see what else of Bleeding Souls he could see, but his thoughts and path bifurcated before he could get to the border. He had only been here a few days, and he thought it better to explore his own homeland before going to poke around other packs and free territories. So he ventured north.
To his left he could see the ocean glittering in the noontide sun—the storm clouds of last night were gone, replaced by their much more benevolent, fluffy counterparts. While the sky wasn’t as pure blue as it could be (it was still somewhat gray), he attributed that to their proximity to the sea. It always seemed kind of dreary there, he thought.
Eventually he came to the northeastern corner of the territory, a place called Occasus Promontorium, though he wouldn’t really learn that for a while. The plains of Inferni continued, but began to rise and fall into small hills and valleys. The warmth of the sun—despite its autumnal weakness—was enough to make Snake venture up to the slope of one of those knolls and lie down. Facing up towards the sky with his arms crossed behind his head, the young coyote watched the sky and the clouds for a several minutes—his mind as blank as that expanse was—before sliding his bandanna over his eyes and beginning to take a nap.