These broken days won't last forever
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Set in late afternoon.


The pack wasn't a ridiculous distance away from her own mountainous home, but the trek was still tiring. Naniko liked to think that a canine of her age could handle anything and walk any distance, but even wolves in their prime needed to rest sometimes. The stubborn female had been determined to get there in one go and had left very early in the morning...but now her eyelids were beginning to droop as she padded along on four legs. It was not normal for the Angela to be seen in this form, but she planned to try and visit Shandom and her mother Soran in New Dawn and hoped that being in this form would make her appear more acceptable. The alabaster male had explained about the pack's culture, that they chose to stay in their four legged form more often than not...so she had chosen to try it out. It had been over a year since she had felt the need to shift back down into her lupus form, however, and she was now unused to traveling this way now.


Naniko stopped for a rest at a small creek, leaning down to lap at the water there. Water...wait. She pulled her head back to stare at the hole that had been punched through the ice. The water wasn't very deep here, but it was deep enough for some small creature to have drowned beneath the surface. She scanned the surface of the ice, trying to see through...but could find no one. She took a few more laps at the water before turning to investigate the surrounding area. Still nothing. A flutter of wings above her alerted her to the presence of her owl companion Garrus. The smell of New Dawn grew stronger as she walked along, looking carefully around. When she reached the border area she stopped, looking up at Garrus and then out into the pack territory. She did not want to howl and disturb the pack, so she simply sat down to rest and wait until someone would come along.


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Cerberus
OOC: Woo! Long post Tongue

The afternoon sun warmed the tawny fur on the coywolf’s back as he trotted through New Dawn pack lands. He hadn’t been a member of his new family for very long, but already he felt better than he had as a loner. Sure, he’d had the freedom to roam wherever he pleased and do whatever he pleased as a loner, but the sense of duty and loyalty he felt as part of a pack was unmatched. There was a new lightness to Ceri’s steps, and a new warmth in his heart. He had a purpose now, beyond acting as a mere number in the wolf population of Nova Scotia. It was also comforting to the hybrid that he knew for a fact where his head would fall at night, and where his next meal would come from. There was no more dangerous mystery in his life, threatening to kill him off if he didn’t fight for his survival. No, he no longer had to fight; he could simply live.

An inexplicable curiosity drove the coywolf back to the borders that he’d found himself at only days ago, and he nearly glided over the hills in his attempt to reach it. Everyone seemed to be about their business today, providing little company for the play-seeking Subord. It would take Cerberus a while to snap out of his foolish ways, but for now he’d revel in them. Besides, his playful nature was just as much a part of him as his sense of loyalty or respect was - he could always tweak his behavior, but he’d never truly change himself. With his scruffy head held high, Ceri continued to trot along the borders, keeping an eye out for any prey that might unsuspectingly wander into his path.

An unfamiliar scent grabbed his legs then and forced them still, and his mismatched eyes flared with curiosity as well as a protective nature as they scanned the area. Another sniff told him it was another canine, possibly female, and she was from a foreign pack. Though he wasn’t of a rank high enough to demand respect from his other pack mates, his own pompous nature straightened his posture until he was the picture of masculinity. Careful steps brought him nearer to the source of the smell, until eventually a fae with a pure-white pelt wandered into view. His ears pricked forward with intrigue, and he watched her for a moment before stepping forward again. She was older than him it seemed, but not enough that seniority had claimed her youthful beauty completely. With an attention-seeking clear of his throat, Cerberus took on his typical cocky smirk as he looked the wolf over once again. Evenin’, he said, his voice deep but smoothed by charisma. Can I help you with something, m’lady? He stood still then, portraying confidence as he awaited a response from the woman. She didn’t seem hostile, but his father had always taught him to keep his guard up just in case. His mismatched eyes sparkled with happiness, however, proving to the she-wolf that he meant no harm as long as she didn’t.


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