Flowers for the lady
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Despite the snow that blanketed the ground with a thin white crust he had managed to find them! The last flowers of summer. It had taken the tall boy a good several hours of searching and digging through the snow, he now had constantly cold paws and nose but he felt the effort would be worth it. He remembered how she had reacted to the single flower he had found for her last time and now he had a whole bouquet for her to coo and fawn over. He found after some internal thinking that he liked it when her eyes smiled because of him, it was a good feeling.

After the finding came the trek down from his father's lands to where she called home, Cercatori d'Arte. It took a while as well and he was hindered somewhat by the snow. By the time the male did eventually arrive at the borders, he stopped a respectable distance away of course, he couldn't feel his feet or his hands and his nose was well on the way to numbness. The flowers he held were a little battered and worse for wear but they had been the best he could find given the wintery state of the land.

He had made an attempt to tame his permanently messy hair so it was now less messy than it usually was. He ran a timber colored hand through it nervously. He didn't know if Juliet would answer herself or if someone else would come. He tipped his head back and howled a greeting, a request for Juliet's company. His call died into the silence and he settled in to wait, not really expecting an answer immediately, he guessed that this pack would be as busy as his own in getting ready for the winter.
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Derp... just kick me if I keep calling Lorenzo Liam. 400+.




Preparations for winter were being made, but many of the tasks she had to do were already done. Old blankets had been dug out of the store rooms and washed, the warmest and best going to the pack and the second-best going to the stables. The season had already grown dreadfully cold and was only bound to get worse, and the animals that had served the pack so faithfully during the spring, summer, and fall deserved the warmest winter she could provide. She was still learning, but the horses seemed to be very receptive to blankets draped across their backs, never trying to shake them. Even Soraya the Cow seemed to have an appreciative glint in her black eyes when she tried the same thing with her. Their stables were relatively new, having been built in part by herself, Sky Rhiannon-Katruk, and Shawchert, so at least the structure was formidable and she didn't have to worry about the barn's integrity.

The winter brought with it its own set of challenges for Luperci kind. Whilst it was typically easier for packs to find food, it was harder for loners to survive, and so it was more likely during this season for wandering stomachs to cross into their lands. The cold also kept pack members inside more often, and so some duties would fall by the wayside. If they were to prosper for their second winter, Cerctori d'Arte needed to step up its patrol. And so it was that Orin was doing her part when Lorenzo came calling upon Juliet.

The encounter started off routine and nonthreatening enough. Instead of breaching the pack's borders and lurking about he stopped well outside of their boundaries and called for an escort. Unless some strange stratagem was in effect that would be the last thing an infiltrator would do.

Orin answered the call. A moment after he howled, she returned it, letting Lorenzo and her pack mates know that someone was looking after this one. Her pack would be on edge right now after what Liam had done, and if she had not assured them a hoard of protective wolves might have swooped down on Lorenzo.

She followed the path his voice had mapped, eager to find out who was here and what they wanted. She was just as edgy as her pack right now, the events that had unfolded a few nights ago leaving her shaken and drowned in memories of the past, but at least now she could do something to support her pack instead of just running like a coward.

“Who calls upon Cercatori d'Arte this day?” her strangely formal voice rang out as she approached her borders, the sight of the dusty brown Luperci now before her. She was wrapped tightly within her rose cloak, even though it was rare that the cold could bother the wolfess anyway. She was made for the Tundra; this snow was nothing.

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LOL If you need a translation from his godawful accent at any point just pm me XD
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His breath misted in the air in front of him and the large boy shivered slightly. While he was walking the physical activity had kept him toasty warm but now that he was still and inactive it crept inwards and chilled him to the bone, all the way down. His ears pulled forwards as a female call answered his own telling him someone would be along to see to him. Icy fingers grasped at his lungs and numbed various parts of his body until he felt like a frozen block of water. But still he waited and waited with the bouquet of flowers clutched between the paws he could not feel.

The woman that came to greet him was dressed in a cloak like Juliet had been when he had seen her which made him remember with an internal groan, the cloak that sat on his bed back in Casa that he was supposed to have picked up on his way out. He was so stupid. As the woman approached the giant of a boy let his dusky tail wag behind him, whoever she was she could lead him to Juliet. Amber jewels peered out of the cloak at him and he sniffed the air gently trying to get a whiff of her scent.

"Hay thare. Mah neem is Lorenzo. I'mma hoping that yar weel leet me see Juliet? Ahh brought her theze flowahs. Ah know she leeks flowahs so ah thought they weel make 'er hapee tahdey." His accent, the strange mix of scottich and italian was prominant today and he hoped that she would be able to understand him, sometimes he had to repeat himself to others before they got the idea of what he was talking about. He held up the bouquet so that the much smaller woman could see it.


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