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Bull Rush walks along the river, north along the water's edge, heading towards the corner of their territory. Starseeker would be by any minute, but Chantay...where was she?
Bull Rush walked alone, It was always the same. One becomes many, one part becomes whole. That was the pack life.
However, a phone call usually helped speed things up. He hit the speeddial for #3.
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Some time after the call Chantay approaches. The light sheen of sweat evident on her skin is testimony to the pace she set getting here, and the speed at which she arrived indicates that she must have traveled a decent chunk of the distance in wolf form. "Hey there," a toss of her head indicated the direction from which she'd come, "I brought the musician I told you about. His name's Seth."
Seth walks up behind Chantey, "Hey, hows it going." Seth took off his shirt and wiped himself down. His skin was covered in multiple tattoos and a couple scars. Seth had a knife in a sheath hanging off his belt. He is barefoot. "So whats this about?"
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Bull rush is impressed with the man's scars and knife. He nods to Chantay, affirming her decision.
"It is a long story, one that you will be enlightened to should you prove yourself tonight. We are searching for the corpse of a powerful spirit. We beleive it to be in this general vicinity. Do you think yourself ready to hunt it down?"
"Ready as I will ever be." Seth says as he finished toweling off with his shirt. Seth then tucks the shirt in his belt.
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Since Benji hasn't been on in a while, should we start the hunt and let Starseeker catch up when Benji gets back?
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"Alright then. Lets Go." He begins follows along the river north.
"So, Seth. Summarize quickly for me what your talents are."
"Seth Callaway, Musician, Scrapper, nomad, what are you looking for Boss?" Seth says as he stands there loosing up and bouncing on his heals a bit.
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And the last member of this merry band trots along the path, in the opposite direction the rest of the band is heading. Starseeker must have been scouting.
Possibly.
It might (or might not) explain why he is soaking wet, hair clinging to his head. His clothing drips forlornly and the bottom foot or so of his pants are caked in mud, along with the pair of shoes he holds in his hands. His feet are clean though, obviously he walked through the worst of whatever he walked through before taking them off. He's hunched over and picks at the treads of the shoes with a stick and his mouth works like he's either mumbling to himself or working a particularly tough piece of gristle from between his teeth. His backpack has vanished.
He looks up and sees his pack, with a stranger. A stranger that smells like him (well, a less wet version of him at any rate), and he bristles. Is that a smile or a snarl? Is he looking the starnge wolf on his territory over for threats or just giving him the evil eye? He looks at Bull Rush and jerks his head to the stranger. "Who's this?"
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