Soon you'll be sailing homeward bound sir

Ambrose Llywelyn · 01-04-2011, 07:10 PM

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This takes place in the early afternoon. Sorry for the somewhat lame entry post... Anyone feel free to greet him. Smile

Ambrose was beginning to grow weary of walking. Ever since he had come to Nova Scotia, he had been on his feet nearly the entire time, moving from one place to another, and his paws were long past sore. Despite this, he would not be deterred from his goal: There were still a few packs left that he did not know much about, and he was determined to make his way to the borders of as many as possible before deciding where he wanted to spend the rest of his days. For the first time, the long-adventuring sailor felt that the time had come to settle down at last, and he wanted his retirement to be as perfect as possible.

He was alerted to his arrival near pack borders by the distinct scent of another group of canines. Stopping before he came too close, he sniffed the air experimentally, trying to gauge what sort of pack he was coming close to. He knew that there were two packs to the south of Cercatori D'Arte, from which he had just traveled, and he knew that this had to be one of them - either Crimson Dreams or Cour des Miracles. Not having encountered anyone from either pack, he was unsure which he had arrived at now; however, the border scent was very wolf-dominant. He had heard that Cour des Miracles had a higher proportion of dogs than other packs did, and so he assumed that he had arrived at the former of the two possibilities. Satisfied with this, he started to walk in small paces, stretching out his legs and at the same time keeping his feet warm with the exercise. Staying still for too long in the cold snow was not a very good idea.

Mati Church · 01-05-2011, 02:35 PM

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hi Smile

Her tasks were many, and the female had decided that she would put her paints away for this day and took to the borders for a patrol. She was searching for her little brother, who had been sent to the Cours lands and had yet to return for days. Her mother had said not to fret, as if she held a secret in her heart that she did not wish to tell the Church female. Mati took to her lupus form, easier for the patrol and softer on her paws.

The sun was high, cast only a few clouds to block it's shine, and her shadow was small. The earthen hued female wood in the lightly wooded land that her pack held, black nose to the air in the hopes of taking in a scent that did not belong. Well she hoped that the inhale would lack a stranger's fragrance, it meant that there would be no danger ahead. She thought it was free at first, but with another step, another long draw from the winter's air she found that she was wrong. The artist and Providor paused for only a moment before making her way towards it.

Violet eyes caught the figure ahead, and her fur bristle along her back to make her appear larger then she might seem at first. Though, Mati was a large she-wolf to begin with and she took the stature of her sizable wolf-blooded mother. The fey slowed when the distance was grow more friendly then she felt. Who are very close to Crimson Dreams sir. The fey spoke, hoping that these words would show her need for an explanation.

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