A New Beginning
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Come and meet someone new and help out if you want. Dated for April 2, about 10ish in the morning. And yes, I just had to have a star trek table. | +515

Temo Wolfe

They had only been in their new home for a couple of days trying to get settled in. Temo still was not sure about how well Cercatori d'Arte would receive them He had trouble pronouncing that name, trying to get his tongue around it, he hoped that with practice he would eventually get it. Jace seemed happier now that she was away from the troubles that were plaguing them in their old home although the pups were still not thrilled with having to leave there.Hopefully they will settle down and enjoy their new home and someday they will understand the reasons for having to leave.

Temo had stayed with Jace and their children as they dealt with the house and moving in and getting settled. There was still some work to be done but he could not wait any longer to check out the store building that he thought would be good for a workshop. Temo was thinking of expanding his woodworking skills from just building repair and maintenance to carving and doing furniture repair. Working on buildings was good and he enjoyed that but given the weather and having to travel around, he felt that carving was something he could do during the rainy seasons and when he needed to stay home with the pups.

After leaving the house, he went to the cart where his tools were still being stored wrapped in various hides to protect them on the journey here. With a bundle of tools in his arms he set off the short distance to the building that he was going to use. As he walked, he pondered over that he had not met anyone else yet, other then those that greeted them at the boarder.

Temo had some difficulty in fighting the door open given that he had his arms full and the door was reluctant to open after many years of disuse. But he got it open and once inside he set the bundle on a counter and looked around at the heavily dust laden interior. He spent a couple of minutes just looking around thinking about where to put what and, more importantly, where to start cleaning up.

Without much idea of where to start cleaning, he decided to poke around in the other rooms and hopefully he would find something to help sweep up the dirt and detritus that had accumulated on the floor and other horizontal surfaces. His moving about stirred up some of the dust which danced around in and out of the streams of light that was coming through the windows.

Temo could not believe his luck when he found an old broom that was still usable stashed in a closet. With the broom in hand he began sweeping off the tables, counters and floor. Unfortunately he did not get far when the dust began to fill the air and caused him to sneeze violently. He went around and opened all the doors and windows that he could in hopes that the breeze would clear out the air inside and he went back to work cleaning up the place.

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Temo "Talks" Thinks Walks

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The pup had been starting to feel ok with their new home. She didn't know what else it held but she was dying to find out. While her Mahn's back was turned she noticed her father leave. The girl followed with a slight hop in her step. What's he up to? she thought more interested in his duties than her siblings. She hid behind things as she followed her father and held in a giggle as she watched him struggle with the door. When he entered she a slinked around to a window and climbed a barrel to boost herself to see.

She allowed a giggle as her father sneezed and realized he was headed for the window. She hopped down and hid beneath the windowsill her tail wagging at her game. When he left the window she crept back up on the barrel and watched wondering what she could do to make her father smile. Then as she breathed in the dust filled her nose forcing her to sneeze with a gigantic force. The barrel top buckled beneath her weight and with a crack, rattle and thump she was sprawled in the grass tangled in metal ties and wood. She was so surprised she didn't say a word nor make a sound other than the yelp from her initial fall.
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She had finally reached the master ranks. At one point in time she had been hailed as a genius in woodcarving, but it had all been taken away from her. For almost a year she had practiced and worked at her carving skills to improve them. Although she never dreamed that her recent works of art could be called masterpieces, she was at least elated at her upgrade in rank. Most of her pieces were successful, and she saw her new rank as a testimony to her hard work and dedication. Adrian had taken a lot from her, but he hadn't taken her art. The night of her promotion, she had cried from the sheer joy at realizing she could still do the things she loved.


Along with her new rank, she had gained new responsibilities. According to rumor, there was a new family that had recently joined Cercatori, and one of them was interesting in wood carving. Hotaru had made the decision to stop by and say hi, as well as verify the rumors. She didn't want an apprentice, but she wouldn't mind giving away a few tips or even a lesson. Life was a learning process, and even the Tessitore di Sogno enjoyed the occasional lesson from fellow woodcarvers. Terra's trick with the puzzle balls had been particularly interesting and Hotaru had spent days practicing and honing her puzzle making skills. There was a good sized pile of the successful puzzle balls in the corner of her room. There was an even larger pile of unsuccessful balls just outside of her room.


Hotaru discovered the scent of new members on the other side of Thornbury. Fawkes had followed her landed on the roof of the house. He shot a question down towards her in low speech and she just shook her head. "I don't think we will go hunting today. We still have some smoked meat to finished." With that, Hotaru slowly made her way to the door while she tapped her wooden staff along the ground. When she had reached the door her hand rose to knock on it. For a brief moment she paused, hesitant and unsure that her visit would be welcomed. Finally, her fist gently tapped against the door and she stood back to wait for a reply.

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Temo Wolfe

He would have gone back to cleaning up the place except that he heard a commotion outside and it sounded like it ended in a puppyish yelp. Temo returned to the window that he had just opened moments before to see what was going on. A look of curiosity and concern vied for space on his face as he looked at the pile of broken barrel bits and a pup in the middle of it. There was mild surprise trying for space when he recognized his own pup, Pandora, was the culprit. Concern seemed to be winning until he saw that she was ok, except for maybe injury to her pride.

Temo's ears rotated first and then was followed by his head as they rotated at the sound of unexpected knocking at the door. A bit surprised that someone would come looking for him, he did not move for a moment. Not having met many from this pack yet, his curiosity finally got the best of him and led him to the door to see who came a knocking. Temo opened the door that must had been blown shut by the breeze to find the hand that had knocked on the door and the person that the hand was attached to. Hi, I'm Temo and I am new here, along with my family, one of which seems to be getting herself into predicaments, he said the last part looking past the visitor to double check that his daughter was ok.



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When her father’s head peeked down at her she gave him an embarrassed smile and a soft Hi. When he pulled away as the knock on the door was heard by both of them her ears perked. Pandora hopped up in a crash of falling boards as she shook off the wood and pranced around the corner with a metal loop still dragging under her hips. She shook it off and finally approached the stranger giving her a big bright smile. Hello! I Pandora. She said in an overly loud voice. She hadn’t met anyone new other than those that greeted them on the border. She squeezed by the stranger and went up to her father’s side. Daddy is working. I came to help. What you doing? Her tail swapped from side to side against her father’s leg. She tilted her head to the side slightly as she awaited the stranger’s words her floppy ear dangling slightly.
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When the blind wolf approached the residence, she had heard a commotion that ended with a puppyish yelp of surprise. Fawkes, who was perched high on the roof of the building, didn't make any noise of alarm at the strange incident. On top of that, there were no cries of pain or worried voices, so Hotaru had chosen to ignore the event. She wanted to focus on greeting the newest members of the pack. Even so, the back of her mind itched as curiosity and worry tried to get the best of her. She had a soft spot for young puppies, one that had been tested on several occasions. Her mind momentarily wandered to Sophie and she wondered how the lost child had faired.


Her knocks were answered fairly quickly and soon she was greeting by the voice and scent of a strange male. Hotaru waited politely as he introduced himself as Temo and gave her a little information about the situation. However, before she could speak the sound of running footsteps approached the grey female and her red ears swiveled as her head turned quickly to face the sound. An overly loud and extremely chipper voice rang out below her as a young female introduced herself and explained that her daddy was working. The corners of her lips turned up as she turned her head back and she said politely, "It is nice to meet you Temo and Pandora. Please allow me to introduce myself. I am Hotaru the Tessitore di Sogno, I specialize in woodworking. When I heard that we had some new members, I thought I would come by and say hello. Is this a bad time?"


Socializing was not her strong point. Most of the time, Hotaru preferred to be alone with Fawkes and when she did have social calls it was with Terra who was strange by anyones standards. She spent her lonely days carving or hunting. Her house was cluttered with failed and successful products, although the successful pieces dominated her rooms. Most of her failed pieces ended up as kindling for fire wood or as testing blocks for designs and recently sharpened knives.

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Temo Wolfe

There was some relief flowed through him as Temo breathed a mental sigh of relief to settle his thoughts when Pandora approached none the worse for her tumble caused by the broken barrel. He was always concerned for his children, especially when they were off and about and that he did not know where.

His thoughts moved to the one at the door as his eyes moved from his daughter to the newcomer that had approached the building that he was preparing to make into a workshop. There was something that he saw but could not put a claw on it. Temo pondered a moment over it and then put the thought behind him until he had time to think about it.

Hello and it is good to meet you too, Hotaru, Temo pondered to himself on what the rest of her name meant, and this it is always a good time to meet a new neighbor. He assured Hotaru that she was welcome. He moved deeper into the interior of the building allowing the others to enter into the yet to be cleaned shop. Please come in. I have only just started cleaning to set up Woodcarving? Maybe you can show me sometime.


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