Relationship Status: It's Complicated
WEARING: xxx
TAG: Brynjar Threist
The morning was cool, just the way Gerwald loved it for his morning runs. Paws sank into the fertile ground, damp with the dew he picked up from the lush grass which blankets the forest floor. He had started at the training circle and it was where he ended. Shifting had become more than second nature to the Lupo by this point, and in a matter of seconds he stood a tall, proud, man.
A pair of sweats were pulled over his lower half as Gerwald was more attentive to modesty than most Lupo. His time among the Confederacy and blending in on Stewjon had made his habits more human than beast.
Gerwald spent the rest of his morning training. For what, he did not know. The wolf had found his life nothing more than a routine at this point, one he did not wish to interrupt. He paused as the smell of another Lupo filled the air. Gerwald knew this scent, and it caused him to scoff slightly, under his breath.
"I know you're watching. Care to back up what you were saying the other day with some action?"
A pair of sweats were pulled over his lower half as Gerwald was more attentive to modesty than most Lupo. His time among the Confederacy and blending in on Stewjon had made his habits more human than beast.
Gerwald spent the rest of his morning training. For what, he did not know. The wolf had found his life nothing more than a routine at this point, one he did not wish to interrupt. He paused as the smell of another Lupo filled the air. Gerwald knew this scent, and it caused him to scoff slightly, under his breath.
"I know you're watching. Care to back up what you were saying the other day with some action?"