[html] Drifter Bay about a quarter of a mile from the Inferni border, mid-morning. Kostya is in Optime.
The gentle rasping sound of a knife running over wood filtered through the morning air, the low noise carrying unusually far in the silence that hung over the forest this morning.
Kostya was sat, cross-legged, by a small pond not that far from Inferni territory, though far enough from the border that he felt safe that he would not attract undue attention from their patrols and guards, Kostya had managed to survive his time in Drifter bay without angering either of the aggressive packs nearby, and intended to keep it that way.
However the pond was a very relaxing little chunk of the forest and had several different types of tree in one place, making it an excellent place for Kostya to get some woodwork done, so he had decided to risk it and spend the day there carving. So far everything had gone well, on the trip there Kostya had managed to catch four rabbits, three of which hung from a branch nearby him and one of which had already been eaten, and he hadn’t been disturbed yet despite his proximity to the border.
Small wooden items of varying use and quality were scattered around Kostya. Small figurines of various animals lay scattered nearby, with animals such as Bears and Coywolves being prominent among the figures; Kostya had been carving according to what as on his mind after all. Just in-front of Kostya a set of six freshly carved wooden dice lay on the ground and stacked towards his side were several wooden bowls.
Right now Kostya was working on a new bow, his latest having fallen prey to a cougar not too long ago when he had disturbed it along with a friend, trying to reclaim some food it had stolen from him. The bow was nearly finished, with most of the shaping already done; at the moment Kostya was absentmindedly smoothing the surface out with a small carving knife he had found on one of his trips to Halifax.
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I think Teddy might want to learn how, if that's cool with you! :O
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Tedros was still finding himself wandering the territories around Inferni. It seemed like he had spent almost more time out of the territory than in it, but at least he was heading home now. What a strange term, ‘home.’ How could one place feel like home and a strange, unfamiliar place all at once? He wasn’t sure. He chalked it up to one of life’s great mysteries.
The luperci felt his optime form growing tired from all of this travel, so he stretched his arms, but continued on. Teddy felt naked out here, without any of his belongings, without his bow. He had had a few back in his old pack, but most importantly, he had his first bow. One he had found in the old territory, in fact. The coyote cursed himself for not bringing it, but realized there wasn’t much he could do about it now.
His two feet moved him subconsciously towards the scent of freshly killed rabbits, and a relatively small pond unfolded before him. Another wolf was there, in optime form, making the place home. A loner, Tedros assumed, and he smiled as he saw what lay in the other one’s claws. He approached slowly, ears lowering to show that he meant no harm. All of the small, carved objects caught his red-colored eyes, and he grinned, partly in amazement, and partly in jealousy. Then he motioned towards the work in progress.
“That bow looks absolutely amazing. Reminds me of my own.”
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OOC: Sure, that sounds fine ^^
[html] Kostya was engrossed in his work with the bow, too engrossed. He didn’t notice Tedros' presence until the coyote had entered the clearing and the sharp smell of Inferni reached his nostrils, much closer than Kostya had ever dared to get to the border and smell it before, silently cursing himself for straying to close to the border Kostya started scanning around the clearing, keeping his head low down over his work so as not to show surprise.
Kostya's head shot up and his grip on his knife tightened as the source of the smell entered the clearing, though his aggression died down at the figures slow gait and unaggressive posturing. Still the coyote stood before him was unmistakably a member of the Inferni clan, which meant that Kostya had to be careful here, lest he rankle his aggressive southern neighbours.
Still despite his trepidation Kostya's mood rose again when the stranger commented on Kostya's bow; his ability to make fairly decent bows was one of the things that Kostya was proud of and he greeted the stranger with a smile after their opening comment.
"Thanks, nice ta' know tha' wha' I can make measures up ta' tha standards of a pack hunter." While the comment was made in jest, Kostya's tone making that clear, there was an undercurrent of truth to it, as Kostya figured that a hunter supplied by his pack would have access to fairly high quality equipment.
Setting the half finished bow to the side Kostya looked up at the pack wolf, his gaze focused but not quite aggressive, reminding both himself and the other wolf that this place, while close to Inferni, was not actually Inferni territory. "So then, wha' brings ya' out here this fine mornin'?" Kostya questioned the other wolf curiously, his carving knife down by his side and unobtrusive but still in his hand.
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