10-17-2009, 12:03 AM
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Private, for Svara. He's in his lupus form.
The campsite was very much a work in progress. He had thrown together a small tent for Misery, one he slept in only to keep her warm, and a makeshift paddock for the horses. Luckily, his size was mostly muscle—moving fallen branches around and holding them up with large stones had been a few hours worth of work. The horses were contained, though, and they needed to be when the two were away. Lark spent most of his time exploring, more of this hunting. Misery would not go hungry if he could help it.
Even though he did not require much, he wanted to make their new home more comfortable for her. For this reason the black and orange wolf had taken up exploring further. He went without the horse, covering more ground on four legs, knowing it would be easier to find a route and then bring both animals when he found supplies. He had travelled east at first, and found the first traces of the city. That would be worth exploring, no doubt. A wrong turn on the outskirts took him further south, sending him along rocky coastline. He kept the city outline in sight, but found himself soon met with another, far more interesting scent. Horses. Puzzled by this, he tracked it further on—and before long was nearing the borders of Cour des Miracles.
The campsite was very much a work in progress. He had thrown together a small tent for Misery, one he slept in only to keep her warm, and a makeshift paddock for the horses. Luckily, his size was mostly muscle—moving fallen branches around and holding them up with large stones had been a few hours worth of work. The horses were contained, though, and they needed to be when the two were away. Lark spent most of his time exploring, more of this hunting. Misery would not go hungry if he could help it.
Even though he did not require much, he wanted to make their new home more comfortable for her. For this reason the black and orange wolf had taken up exploring further. He went without the horse, covering more ground on four legs, knowing it would be easier to find a route and then bring both animals when he found supplies. He had travelled east at first, and found the first traces of the city. That would be worth exploring, no doubt. A wrong turn on the outskirts took him further south, sending him along rocky coastline. He kept the city outline in sight, but found himself soon met with another, far more interesting scent. Horses. Puzzled by this, he tracked it further on—and before long was nearing the borders of Cour des Miracles.
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