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Soon, he would return to his house in the city within Cour des Miracles' territory, but he was finding the ocean nice to be near. It reminded him of the time that he had met that very rude and awkward wolf, Seven, who accused him of lying about never having seen the ocean before. Prior to that meeting, however, it had been the truth. The pack he had born into had been located far away from the ocean on all sides, and he had not been particularly close to the water during his travels to this area, either. Though it had been a long journey and there were points he had glimpsed the water, never had he actually looked at it for what it was. Any sightings were passed off as being lakes or ponds, instead of this large, raging body of water that crashed into the sand before him. Even after joining his pack, he had not ventured close to the water. Now, as he studied the pale, foamy water, the mutt could not imagine why this had been the case for so long.
The moment he was no longer alone on this portion of the coast, the Constable was aware of the presence of the other. Fortunately for him, he had been raised to have accute awareness of everyone and everything around him, and it was incredibly rare that someone or something could catch him unawares. Vigilante had also, however, been taught the art of patience and delicacy, so he did not shift his weight or move in any way, keeping his eyes on the ocean and his ears turned ever so slightly to listen to whomever was on the sandy coast with him. It was very rare that he would act rashly, and though some found his apparent indifference a bad thing, it was simply the way that the doggish man operated. Without giving away emotions, he was able to keep his secrets without any chance that the other might find them out. Not a single being in this area, with the sole exception of his niece, knew anything about him that he did not expressly decide to tell them. He was, admittedly, secrative.
Just as most did, this woman approached him finally. For various reasons, some chose not to approach him. In his past, no one would approach him that knew of his infamy. The Elders and his parents had kept it a secret, but some of his victims knew that he would be coming for them. The corrupt, he mentally corrected himself. He had never had victims; it had been necessary to do what he did. Here, some were far from social and chose not to talk to others they see, whereas some chose not to approach those that were in a leadership position. He did not understand it, but he accepted it. "Hello," he said, lifting his eyes to study her. She did not appear to be a threat, something that immediately crossed his mind, considering they were very close to the pack's borders. It was very rare for him to find a female larger than him, but it seemed that she might have a few inches on him.
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