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Strelein had been so caught up in his own little world that he had never bothered to watch out for others. Truthfully, he never did in Halifax. He felt it was a territory neutral enough to warrant freedom. Well, to a certain degree of course. So the voice, closer than he thought possible, sent a shock through him. Strel's hair on the nape of his neck felt like it was standing up as his body stiffened. He wasn't about to be attacked, but he had been living without such surprises for long enough to become accustomed to the lack of them. Mentally, he reprimanded himself for not remembering a cardinal rule of his youth; always be alert. Not only had he not been alert, but he had clearly been very sloppy. He hadn't even smelled this stranger!
Cursing slightly, he searched for the source of the greeting. He found a wolf in optime form that looked as though he could easily blend in the city. His coloration certainly fit the grayness that the city, in some parts, was full of. Why humans did things in tones instead of colors, he never understood. At least they sometimes got it right and made colorful lodgings and places of business. Maybe morale would have been better if they had painted more places bright colors? Or perhaps it was a tad too late to question their judgment, especially from his very vibrantly biased point of view.
"H-hey," he stuttered slightly, still a bit bothered. Recovering, he let his look of surprise fall. He even waved back quickly. This time, Strel wouldn't be so distracted. "Way to scare a guy." Sheepishly he grinned back at the caller. A few steps later and the redhead was several feet away from the stranger. "Mind company?" he questioned, asking for permission. For all he knew, he could be stepping in dangerous territory. Strel's over imaginative mind told him there was a possibility that some pack now controlled the city. Even though it made little sense, there was some genuine fear in his voice.
Ugh, what's wrong with me? Me? Worried? Strel was almost disgusted with himself. This was not how he acted! Not at all!
Strelein had been so caught up in his own little world that he had never bothered to watch out for others. Truthfully, he never did in Halifax. He felt it was a territory neutral enough to warrant freedom. Well, to a certain degree of course. So the voice, closer than he thought possible, sent a shock through him. Strel's hair on the nape of his neck felt like it was standing up as his body stiffened. He wasn't about to be attacked, but he had been living without such surprises for long enough to become accustomed to the lack of them. Mentally, he reprimanded himself for not remembering a cardinal rule of his youth; always be alert. Not only had he not been alert, but he had clearly been very sloppy. He hadn't even smelled this stranger!
Cursing slightly, he searched for the source of the greeting. He found a wolf in optime form that looked as though he could easily blend in the city. His coloration certainly fit the grayness that the city, in some parts, was full of. Why humans did things in tones instead of colors, he never understood. At least they sometimes got it right and made colorful lodgings and places of business. Maybe morale would have been better if they had painted more places bright colors? Or perhaps it was a tad too late to question their judgment, especially from his very vibrantly biased point of view.
"H-hey," he stuttered slightly, still a bit bothered. Recovering, he let his look of surprise fall. He even waved back quickly. This time, Strel wouldn't be so distracted. "Way to scare a guy." Sheepishly he grinned back at the caller. A few steps later and the redhead was several feet away from the stranger. "Mind company?" he questioned, asking for permission. For all he knew, he could be stepping in dangerous territory. Strel's over imaginative mind told him there was a possibility that some pack now controlled the city. Even though it made little sense, there was some genuine fear in his voice.
Ugh, what's wrong with me? Me? Worried? Strel was almost disgusted with himself. This was not how he acted! Not at all!