WHO: Number Eight and Kate Danvers WHAT: A meeting in the woods WHEN: Today WHERE: The forest WARNINGS: TBD STATUS: Closed/Ongoing
Madison Valley...wasn't too terrible. In fact, it wasn't bad at all. While he'd never been to Paradise, he'd assumed from John's descriptions that it had to have been pretty similar to this. Small. Quiet. Peaceful. He didn't like being the only one of his people here, but he was doing okay at making friends, and he'd get by.
Thankfully, he thought, he wasn't the kind of guy to get bent out of shape about things. He didn't like remembering his death, or worrying about how the others would do without him, but with his easy-going personality he could push those things to the side most of the time and just enjoy...being.
Which was exactly what he was doing today, wandering through the woods with no real purpose, enjoying the crunch of the leaves and even the cold air. Suddenly, though, he sensed something near him and turned to see a giant blonde wolf. He started, his fight or flight reflex telling him to bolt but somehow thinking that would be a bad idea. So instead, he transformed instantly into a similar sized black wolf with bright green eyes, the shining blue Loric pendant still around his neck.