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It was odd. He had this weird almost itchy feeling that he couldn't shake. No matter what he did, he felt restless, like something was bothering him but as far as he knew, nothing was bothering him, personally. He even sought out Rett to make sure there was nothing hindering their adventure to another pack soon, but Rett seemed good to go. So why was he so bothered? He found himself wandering out of Taviora again and heading into the free lands. At first, he didn't think he really had a destination in mind but it seems his paws had other ideas. It wasn't long before he found himself surrounded by trees in Encora Woodland. It was almost like home here. He winces, inwardly chastising himself. No, Taviora wasn't going to be home for much longer. Rett and him were off on other adventures and they were going to find a new pack and make a home for themselves. It looked like Rett was set on Diveen, the plateau pack, but Paxton wondered if he was having second thoughts. Was he still set on that pack? They hadn't started their journey yet but really, Paxton wasn't in a hurry. It just gave him more time to visit his parents' grave sites. He still left flowers on their graves every week and he doubted that would change just cause he didn't live in Taviora anymore. They would always be his parents and a part of him would probably always miss them. His attention wavered from his thoughts when he came across a familiar scent. That girl from the gathering in Spirane! It must have been months ago but that day was as fresh in his brain as if it were yesterday. He couldn't get the girl out of his mind. They never got to exchange names and it seemed she was gone far too fast for his liking. She was never far from his thoughts and he couldn't shake her. He followed her scent hungrily and found her in a small clearing, her gaze seemingly invested upward, as if checking the trees for spies or something. He chuckled at the thought and wagged his tail. "Hi! I remember you. Do you remember me?" He stopped a few feet away, having been taught to be polite about space. He didn't want to make her uncomfortable. The more he searched her features though, the more his brows furrowed in concern. She didn't seem at ease to him, like there was something heavy on her mind. Instantly, he felt the urge to purge her of that burden and take it upon himself. He didn't quite understand the feeling but he went with it. He had a helpful nature anyway so it wasn't too far off base. Suddenly, he wanted more than anything for her to learn to trust him so she could pour her thoughts to him. He wanted to take them so she didn't have to carry them around with her. Remembering they never gave their names and he suddenly wanted to know hers very much, he tugged his lips back in a smile. "My name is Paxton, by the way. Do you have a name? Say it slow, please. I want to make sure I get it right." Paxton male.2 years old.36' 135#.born to Paisley x Jinan.brother to Mouse & Seke.bound to Myrcella.mated to none.father to none.Taviora Background @ CathleenTarawhiti (Deviantart) |