This thread is BACKDATED to shortly after Inferni and the first packs formed. Anselm will not yet smell of Inferni in this thread. Short posts preferred, I'd mostly like to keep this moving. Only one or two others, please. :]
------It was a bright sunny afternoon--the sky was a brilliant cerulean hue, marked only by puffy white cumulus clouds that could capture childhood imaginations. Returning songbirds chirruped merrily, and the faint buzzing of bees could be heard in meadows where the most flowers were in bloom. Through the day that wholly embodied springtime Anselm moved quickly--this place was familiar to him, as he had spent a great amount of time moving between the Waste and Halifax, long before the new wolves' arrival.
------Upon reaching the freshly claimed borders he stayed with the patience of a serpent waiting for a mouse to scurry past. Here, wolfie, wolfies, he thought bitterly, in a tone utterly unsuited for the pleasant day. He had gone to check out Shadowed Sun the day before, and that night he had spent some time milling about in neutral lands. This place was the last on his list to investigate--for now. Appropriately, he put on a winning smile, lowered himself in position, and offered a quick summoning howl to the members here. It was time to yet again play the part of the polite local curious about his new neighbours. Anselm, fortunately, was quite the convincing actor.
