((Set before Dunkan leaves))

Mojito stared out across the border on the shrine. His pale blue eyes narrowed, Asla was somewhere in those packlands, the little cream girl that had stolen his heart. He wondered what she was doing, maybe she was asleep, angelic in a peaceful dream, or maybe she was terrorizing her brothers or... well it wasn't even worth wondering about it right? He was still too cowardly to make the break across the border to seek her out himself.

So instead he stepped back, just inside Ashen territory now, and settled onto his haunches, turning his attention to the sky. Night had properly bloomed by now, not surprising. Ashen mostly operated at night so he was used to being up at this time of night, even if he still generally preferred to be alive to the world during the day. A few stars shot across the sky and Mojito wondered for a second if Alsa was also watching the stars.

WC: 159/1500

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Dunkan didnt mind taking the night to perform his patrols, sometimes the darkness was used by him to clean his mind, to maybe make his sleep easier. Accompanied by Urasa, he lurked just by the borders that separated both Ashen and the Ashen Armada, and even though the idea of going to check the adjacent land was tempting, Dunkan soon denied himself from that. He considered that to be out of his right or not allowed. And there he ignored the wish to cross the line, and for now, he just focused on his task making sure he covered every inch, every mile of the borders with his critical eye. And he was lucky he had his Jaguar beside him, he could always use the cat's superior night vision to detect what he couldn't on his own. After a few hours, he came to a stop to take a brief pause, but then he saw a small shape near his pack's borders, one in the Ashen's side. But as reserved as he was he didnt approach he limited himself to just stare. In silence as the nocturnal's breeze pulled his brownish coat. WC- 192+159= 359/1500 "Speech"

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Mojito was aware of the approach of another wolf and some part of him hoped it would be Asla, but alas, it was a young man he'd never seen instead. For a moment Mojito considered ignoring him, letting himself simply exist in the moment but there was something about being in the presence of another that nagged at the back of his mind.

He rolled his shoulders, trying to dispel some of his tension, then he rolled his head back to look at the young man.  "I'm Mojito Klein." He said simply, knowing he really should introduce himself first before he asked his follow up question. "Mind if I ask who you are?"

WC: 113 (464/1500)


Speech

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Dunkan kept walking through the borders with his head risen and confident posture, he wasnt afraid and he would never show he was. He was a warrior and in his own opinion warriors shouldn’t show nor have fear. Fear could represent an obstacle for a fighter’s path, fear could make someone a coward. The pair was about to disappear into the dark but a younger voice reached their ears, making the brown and white wolf stop. Turning his head he saw a pup, with horns and folded ears. “It’s a pleasure to meet you Mojito, I am Dunkan Sarcova, warrior of the Ashen Armada.” He introduced himself at the instant. He approached and sat down and his Companion did the same but by Dunkna's side. This was his first time talking to someone from Ashen. WC- 135+464=599 "Speech"

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