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11-13-2022, 09:27 PM
There was something soothing about watching the sheep as they grazed within their pen. Sans felt calm watching them, able to relax now that he had found a pack that suited his fancies. The man had been able to work a little on fortifying the fence that the sheep had been placed in - letting it grow weak could cause Avalon to lose the entire herd if they weren’t careful. But it was moments like this, the time after such duties, that the ragged-looking wolf was able to appreciate most. He had yet to come to know any of his packmates, outside of miss Corbie that was, though he had been warned there was a horse about that was a member same as he was. Sanctus let his ears twitch as he listened for sounds outside the ordinary. The sheep, while penned, could still be a target for other predators who dared to seek an easy target. The man didn’t want to think ill of other creatures, but during another time he himself might have considered such an option. Still, it seemed that the sheep were minding their own and were safe, so perhaps he could go looking for a packmate… maybe get to know them and the like. Hell, if they got on well enough maybe they’d go on a hunt. There was other wild game throughout Avalon after all. "Talk," 'Think.' |
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