Two bottles of whiskey for the pain, [open]

[Mew]

Peaking over the horizon, the sun began it's daily routine. It was early, just the faint glitter of the day awoke creatures. Yet he had been awake for hours now, quiet and steady. The subtle hint of a mocking step; the vagabond travelled in utter silence. Over soft loam, still wet from the brisk morn' he passed, leaving soft prints in his wake. Valen was asking for trouble, the way he danced so close to the borders of the neighbouring packs; it was simply a 'who would find him first' scenario, and all the man had was time. Perhaps the wayward creature was begging for a victim, someone to play his silly games. Perhaps he would find someone who needed him. A soft grin eased on Valens cracked lips, twitching his nose irritably. The man walked on, listening to the creatures amongst him awakening. Birds sung little notes, and put the man at ease. He wondered sometimes about others; Valen was the best at detecting others motives, and small subtle personality traits. If they were sad, or angry. It was a strange thing really, considering his inability to be himself among others. Valen could dress himself up as something pretty and nice, but the appeal always seemed short-lived. For he was just as ugly on the inside, as on the out; it only took time to see it. Valen eased on, letting his nose lead the way. He wanted company, which wasn't the usual ideal. But he had been travelling and it had been a lonely journey, and the fact that others were so close around him definitely piqued his interest. Finally, the man let out a small bark, loud enough for those in a close proximity to hear; and abruptly stopped walking. He sat down, eerily uniform. If anyone was around they would hear, and he would wait for them to come.