Can't stop Alice to invent Wonderland...
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ooc: Private for Tayui

Attila felt the winds changing, noticed the changing colors of the leaves, they way they would fall from the trees, how scarce the food was getting, and how the time was passing by. He also felt it change him as well.

His snow white mane was getting longer, starting to hit his neck. He cutted it with an old scissor, making a fair fringe in his forehead, barely hitting his eyebrows, taking off the red bandana from the head. It now hang loosely around his neck.

Also would his gloves would get too tight for his growing arms and muscles. They now layed somewhere in his home. Along with the bandana, in his neck would hang a thin line filled with all sorts of stones, shells, bones, beads, feathers and seeds he had found around during is multiples wanderings around the territories.

And, of course, he looked a bit more like an AniWayan. The young male had figured out, one of these days, how to make ink. And he used a shade of purple to create symbols around his ankles, wrists, tighs, tail and ears. Also, a circle around his right eye. Even though he had been wandering wether asking someone to make a real tatto or piercing on him.

And not only him had changed, but also his friends, Markku and Keen. The barn owl ended up being an snow owl, with that pure white body, though it had some scarce black spots in the wings and lower back. It had grown to an adult, with the known rounded yellow, piercing eyes and giant claws. Even it had been trainned to don't sick them in Attila's shoulder, the ivory male made a leather glove, perfect to hold the white bird.

Markku was still by Attila's side, always, although the giant grizzly bear had noticed the change in the juvenile's actions. Attila had started to control more his temper, and watch over his bursts of agression.

But he wasn't making that walk for nothing. He had a mission today: go to the stables after a horse.

After watching that race in the other pack, he noticed the might of those amazing creatures. He wanted to know how did it feel to race on the back of such mighty animal. He wanted a horse for himself.

Finally, the stable got on his sight, and his pace automatically got faster. He would adimt: he was anxious for that.

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