He had been taught at a very early age that the job had to be done no matter what. Rain or shine, heat or cold, the job had to get done at all costs. Miserable conditions were nothing strange to the vagabond, but that didn't mean that he enjoyed them. It seemed that mother nature knew that trouble had wandered in, his arrival bringing with it a lovely shower of rain. Of course, it couldn't just be a light sprinkle, it had to be close to a torrential downpour. He took it all in stride, hardly batting an eyelash as the water rained down on him, soaking his mahogany charcoal stained pelt. Mud squelched beneath his paws as he wandered through, jade eyes cutting through the downpour. There wasn't a sign of life to be seen out in the rain, which wasn't unusual. Most creatures didn't enjoy an unexpected bath, so they retreated to their shelters to seek refuge. The rain didn't show any signs of letting up, so it was probably best that he seek shelter as well, lest he develop a cold in this strange new land. He highly doubted that was the case, his training having strengthened his immune system well enough that a common cold couldn't catch him unaware.
Over streams and running bodies of water the man went, moving farther and farther into the island in search for dry land. He found it odd that he had yet to run into any other wolves in this island. Surely there was a main land where wolves could come from to visit the island? The rumor that a cousin of his was lingering in this territory had brought him here, but he didn't think that he'd run into him on an island; that was far too easy. Besides, if he ran into his cousin that quickly it would be no fun. He wanted to seek out his cousin, hunt him if you will. Now that sounded much more entertaining. While thoughts of finding his cousin took his attention, he almost missed what his nose was trying to tell him. The second his brain registered the scent he came to a halt, his nose quivering as he honed in on the scent, charcoal lips curving upwards in a smirk as he realized there was another wolf nearby; a ragazza to be more exact. This was about to get interesting.
Almost instinctively he would shift into a hunter's stance, the movement happening without him really having to think about it. Powerful limbs would bend, bringing his body low to the ground, his belly nearly brushing the mud. He would slink into the brush, using the sound of the rain to disguise the sound of his movements, though he was careful not to go out of his way to make more sound than needed. Sharp jade eyes would scan through the brush as he moved, catching sight of the ragazza that he'd scented. He would slow his movements down so that he moved almost at a snail's pace, crawling along the mud as he stalked the she-wolf. She was alone from what he could scent and that made this all the more fun.
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