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Nezín

A sneaky one she is..

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a character in “Elemental Battles: Rage Ch. II: Fire”, as played by Muunchkin

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    Nezin
    Seti Pack
Appearance: Nezin is a Blonde bodied She-wolf with brown streaks down her sides and down the base of her tail. Said tail is just as long as one of her slender legs and is rounded at it's end instead of the characteristically sharp end to a wolf's tail. Her eyes are round and a curious green and her snout is long. Her body is lithe and lacking the muscle of a fighter, such is the genetics of her pack and their nomadic lifestyle. But what she lacks in force, she makes up for in mind and speed.


    Gender
    Female
    Personality
    Although Nezin is old enough to be tasked with sitting pups, and be trusted with such a task, she still behaves much like one of the little furballs. She is overly playful and can be lured anytime and anywhere with the simple mention of a game. She also can't resist the sparkling scent of change and the tickling smell of mystery. Often scolded for abusing her shifting powers, she is also, often at the same time, being praised for the outcome of her actions. Despite this wolf's bright philosophy, this feuding between the packs makes her nauseous and she often finds herself jumping at the unexpected snap of a twig.
    Equipment
    Nezin has a brown leather collar that is snug around her neck. The collar is imbued with a bit of the essence of an Avira Pack member. It has been passed down through her specific line of blood to the females of her pack, since they are most known to follow their noses too far and end up far from home. The collar shows her, if she truly wishes it, the true direction of her desired destination. But if what she wants is not truly set in her heart, then the direction becomes frayed and she could become more lost than she was before.
    Abilities
    The power of change. Ever since she was a competent enough pup, Nezin has been shifting into all sorts of things, although her father has warned her more than once to keep her shiftings intelligent, or else she will become stuck in whatever form it may be. Still, she tested her limits, and after a week of being a lizard, she knows where her true strength lies. Nezin will shift into your closest friend or your greatest enemy, but only for a bit of information. She would even shift into a bystander just to have a listen at juicy information. What she does not like doing though, is tampering with the power of those she forms into. She is best with water and wind, but the other elements are too unpredictable for her to manipulate even for a moment. If she were to try, the consequences could be fatal.

So begins...

Nezín's Story

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When her Papa told her to choose her traveling animal carefully, Nezin didn't consider just how careful he wanted her to be. It was only a day and a half into the trip to the Saffron Fields and her group was currently stopping for the 10th time to nibble on sweet smelling flowers and patches of dewy grass. It was her, and five other wolves that were traveling across the Zeno plains in order to reach the yearly harvest festival. Not only to see the festival but to collect some of the uncommon goods that merchants brought with them to the event. The goods would do the Seti pack well and the sweets would be favored among the pups, not to mention the spiced bread that the elders constantly whined for.

Nezin flicked her ears and looked up while her mouth rhythmically chewed a clump of grass. She couldn't help it, the urge for a deer to eat everything that smelled nice was insatiable, and that's exactly what she was. A deer. And so was everyone else. Their tails flicked and their ears twitched but the aura coming off of them was that of annoyance. None of them had guessed that the stupid things stopped this much. The plus though, was that they never stopped for too long. In a few more minutes the grass was gone and they were trotting along again, the wolf-fashioned baskets that were banded onto their backs quietly rustled as they brushed against the long blades of grass. They would reach Saffron by nighttime and then they would part to browse the Festival and meet up again when it was over. If Nezin was still in her Wolf Form she would be bouncing and humming excitedly. She loved the Harvest Festival.

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"Ah! The Saffron Harvest Festival! Bare your goods! For the Seti traders have arrived!!" Nezin howled happily, her thick tail swishing back and forth while her round green eyes took in the sights before her. Just when she finished her announcement she felt the hip of one of her travel mates nudge her aside, then she heard a playful yet growling whisper near one of her tall ears:
"Hush! We're already labeled as psuedo wolves, there's no good adding loudmouth to it." said the light brown she-wolf with a blonde ringlet on her forehead. She, like everyone else, had two brown baskets on her sides, held together by a strap across her lower back.
Nezin's ears flattened and she sheepishly ducked her head as she began walking along with the rest of her group. They headed for a blue stall who's vendor was excitedly offering them local game that had been seasoned and slow roasted. Nezin's mouth watered along with her companions and in moments they were all trotting to a patch of soft grass to eat. The space was in one of many areas specially set aside for Festival visitors to sit, communicate and relax.

The Seti wolves laid in a circle and chat with eachother while eating. They all made their gameplan for the few days that the Festival would last and agreed on which goods they would handle buying. Nezin jumped on items for the pups along with comforts for the elders, her body wiggling as she said aloud what section of the Festival they could find her in. After eating and conversing, they all began moving as one loose group to get their first sights of what was going on this year, and possibly meet with other traveling groups from different packs.

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It was toward evening when Shamus jolted from his nap. Some pup had thought it funny to nip at the sleeping wolf's tail, and the Saffron listened groggily as he heard the laughing Seti pups skitter off. Putting one paw under him and pushing himself up to stand, Shamus looked about the market. If anything, things were more hectic than when he had arrived earlier that day. Wolves were coming in from the fields, merchants were just putting out their freshest breads to entice the hungry dinner crowd, and a group of Seti traders had come in to make a scene. One young Seti in particular Shamus watched for a little while, she seemed livelier than the rest. Her friends and relations seemed quick to reign her in before they attracted too much attention to themselves.

The Thane was always the last wolf to come in from the fields at the end of the day, so Shamus knew he still had a few minutes. That was going to be one thing that changed when he began to rule this dusty lot. He had done his fair share of labor in his life, it was time for others to do the working for him. Of course, some would complain. Maybe he could entice some immigrants in to take their jobs. He didn't care that the Seti and Jivanta plains wolves weren't Saffrons, if they could dig a ditch they could come and build Shamus a proper town.

The smell of the honeybread that he had so enjoyed earlier wafted back to his nose, even fresher than the loaves he had devoured at lunch. How could anyone resist that delicacy? Well unfortunately he could at the moment, he was still full from his lunch fit for three. Still, he visited the merchant's stall and purchased another loaf, and shamelessly drawing attention to himself, plopped it down in front of the Seti traders. "Try this meal on for size, mateys, my treat! Anything to keep your little ones from nibbling any more tails tonight," Shamus said with a lighthearted chuckle. "Enjoy the fair, be sure the try a bit of everything!" No sense in wasting this time, might as well build up a little bit of goodwill with the crowds.

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The group of 12, in addition to two pups in training who were mysteriously giggling, stopped mid-step. They were still licking their maws from the savory meat they just enjoyed together but the scent of the still-warm bread in front of them had them whimpering softly. The male, blonde in color with black ears, and female, brown with a blonde ring on her forehead, who headed their group looked at the friendly Saffron a little skeptically. Saffrons were kind, yes, but usually any wolf at the festival only spoke when spoken to. The pair lowered their noses to sniff at the sweet baked good.

Nezin rose up, sitting back on her haunches with her forepaws hugged to her chest. Her nose wiggled in the air, dripping. "Ooo that smells really good.." She mumbled, causing the wolves beside her rumbled their agreement. They were silently listening for their group leaders and the friendly Saffron to exchange words. "Can we eat it??" Nezin yipped before immediately feeling a nip in her side and catching a glare from the brown she-wolf. "Shut your trap, Nezin!" Someone hissed. "You were all thinking it.." She grumbled."

"Why thank you kind fur." The male leader spoke after a bit. "I'm sure a certain someone in our group will thoroughly enjoy this. But did I hear you say that our pups were nipping at your tail?"
"And if you really did say that I would be happy if you pointed them out to me. The she-wolf added.

Now that the two were chipping at the ice, the group started to spill out from behind them and circle the Saffron slightly. They left him room to escape if he felt intimidated by their actions, still their tails wagged gently as they quietly gazed him while their eyes sparkled with curiosity. Especially Nezin, she loved new friends.

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Smiling at the group of travelers, Shamus knew from experience that every drop of goodwill he gained by giving gifts was well worth the price. Wolves were even more eager to do the will of those that they liked. Not that he wanted anything in particular from these Seti, other than their fond recognition when he was elected Thane tomorrow evening. His first days as alpha would certainly be smoother if other wolves knew who he was.

"Why ma'dear, I would hate to point out the little scamps for just bein' pups, eh? Perhaps it wasn't your well behaved young ones," Shamus said with a little laugh, glancing between the legs of the older wolves to where the younger ones milled about. Amidst the crowd of wolves that gathered about him, Shamus was at this best. He truly shined when he was at the center of attention, and even the recent ambush in the Hemlock pack couldn't dampen his delight at being surrounded. Gaining someone's attention often came at quite a cost, and getting it for free was all the better. That one Seti, Nezin someone had called her, seemed particularly attentive, and Shamus couldn't help but direct his next comments towards her.

"In any case, you lot must've come far! My, in my travels I must say there is nothing like the beauty of the rolling steppe you mateys have the pleasure of calling home. But you may as well make the most've what little we have to offer while we have you here. There is more than just the honey bread you know," Shamus explained, pausing to give a wink at that Nezin, who had seemed most enamored by his gift. "Musicians, acrobats, fools, songs and dance, the grandstands overlooking the valley, the spiced and sweet pork breads from off the main alley, tomorrow night's election of the Thane. If there is anything you all need to pass the time and forget that war, we have it here. Make sure you make your trip worth your while!"

Shamus knew there was a delicate dance between being welcoming and being annoying, so he made a motion to step to the side so that the group could pass if they wished, while keeping his stance open if they had any other questions.

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Catching the eye of the Saffron made the pups tuck their tails and skitter out of view, hiding behind the backs of the group leaders. But thank goodness he hadn't tattled on them. For what they did they would have caught much more than an eye.

The Seti's listened with swiveled ears and wagging tails, their noses wiggling as they all familiarized themselves with his scent. Well as much as they could from the distance they were from him. Those standing behind him did dare leaning a little closer though, but stopped when they were hip checked. Manners meant everything to a pack who lived out in the open.

While he spoke, their leaders nodded gently, making a mental note of all the attractions and hoping that the rest of their wolves were doing the same. But when the Saffron winked in a general direction, everyone swiveled their heads until they figured out it was Nezin who was the subject of the gesture.

Nezin had stiffened up and flattened her ears, her fur puffing up under the stare of everyone in her group. She didn't know why the Saffron winked at her, she'd never met him in her life! So when he made the slight movement that signaled he was done with his spiel she jumped to her paws and shook herself. "Well! The sun won't stay up forever! I better be off to gather what I can! Come on pups!" She spun and nervously, yet quickly trotted away, the pups darting after her in a fit of giggles.

After her departure there was a moment of awkward silence until the brown she-wolf cleared her throat. "Well. We thank you for your warm welcome. I'm sure we'll all visit the main events of the festival during our stay." She bowed her head gently. Then as she walked off, she signaled the rest to do the same with a flick of her tail.

The blonde male was next to approach, gently bowing his head while saying his thanks. "Please pay no attention to Nezin. It's often very hard to separate her from the ranks of the pups. But besides that, I am Nile and the brown she-wolf is Nona. What may I call you?" his nose wiggled.

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Shamus flicked his ears as Nile drew his attention back to the present, his mind reviewing for the countless time his plans for tonight. Quickly processing the wolf's comment, Shamus responded with another light chuckle. He had to admit that Nezin's reaction has been amusing, almost like that of a guilty pup who had been caught stealing a piece of meat. "Oh, not a problem matey, she reminds me of one of my younger sisters. Jumpier than a surprised hare, she is. You can call me Shamus, if it pleases ya," Shamus responded in his mirth.

This group of Seti seemed very patriarchal, moreso than the Saffron. All deference and respect went into one or two leaders. He had to wonder if all of Seti nomads behaved like them, and he expected so. The key to controlling them would be as simple as controlling their leaders, it seemed. The rest of the wolves seemed to follow as obediently as a sheep to his shepherd. The more democratic Saffron would be a little bit more complicated, but he already knew how powerful fear could be in controlling this normally jovial pack of his. Still, he may have need of both packs eventually, and those giddy Jivanta as well, if he was going to properly fortify Nigerius' southern steppe. He was going to get his well deserved life of ease, and he was going to have the protection to make it last.

One step at a time though. "I hope to see and your good pack around, matey. I need to excuse myself to prepare for tomorrow festivities," Shamus said with a bow most gracious. Assuming that the wolf was not going to hold him up, Shamus would await the other wolf's reply, and then turn to head back to the main street. All he needed now was to wait for the Thane to return. The sun was getting lower in the sky, and shadows were beginning to lengthen. Soon the Saffron would begin lighting the torches that lined the roads and were picketed next to the stalls, and light would again awash the village.

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"Good luck to you then. And thank you again for the warm welcome." Nile replied with a smile while rising to his paws. Once Shamus had walked off, he picked up the honey bread he'd left behind and trotted to catch up with Nona.

Meanwhile...
Nezin stalked along the colorful stalls filled with food, attractions, and dazzling collections to catch the eye of wolves who walked by. But she ignored all of these, her mind focused. Her ears were pricked and swiveling left and right. Her eyes were narrowed and her nose wiggled. Then, without warning, she darted forward and pushed her head under the cart of a merchant, much to the protest of his clientele and the merchant himself. Especially since her bushy tail was wiggling back and forth and taking people out in the process.

"Heavens!" "Hey!" "What the heck are you doing?!" "Stick your nose somewhere else!" They all scolded, while teetering about to not step on her.

Nezin quickly pulled her head out from under the cart, flattening her ears to feign guilt. "Sorry!" She yipped before skirting away from them. She was walking down the main path again, now grumbling. "Where the heck.."
And then there was a crash and a shout

"Who's pups are these?!! Get them out of my stall!! Thieves!!!"

"Haha!!" Nezin grinned and broke out into a run toward the commotion. She arrived at a game stall just in time to see the two Seti pups burst out of the side in a cloud of bird feathers. Their heads snapped left and right, their cover was blown and on top of it there was a hulking mass of grey fur accusing them of thievery. But when they saw Nezin sprinting towards them with the wind she whipped up blowing back her fur and that victorious look in her eyes, all their troubles fizzed away in a fit of giggles and scrabbling paws. The two pushed and shoved each other for a moment before they each found their footing and began hauling it down the main path, squealing giddily.

"You get back here you mangy pups!!" Nezin yipped after them. She dared not slow down because although they were only half her size, long legs ran through Seti blood and these two were using them to their full potential.

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"Ah yes, that's the way matey. A little luck and a lot of braggin' is sure to follow. How's it done? Ah well, we Saffron just have a we Saffron just have a way of doin' things, some of us bein' a bit more skilled than others. What, don't you think luck is an element like yours? Why, that's like callin' a Dimitrios a mere pebble thrower! Luck is as a part of me as fire is a part of you..."

Shamus watched the two wolves go at another round of tug-of-war, with the wolf that Shamus had endowed with his own particular blend of 'luck' eventually pulling ahead. In fact, the wolf had managed to pull the leather band clean out of his opponents mouth, something that rarely happened when a wolf got his jaw locked in. Shamus wasn't above hedging his bet, however, for he had picked the bigger wolf to give his luck to. How much was Shamus' luck and how much was the Tenneth's brawn was anyone's guess. At least Shamus got a bit of attention.

Speaking of attention, Shamus had his drawn to the ruckus that was making its way down the street towards him. Those two little Seti snipes were causing a stir, and who should be coming after them but Miss Nezin. They were tearing down the cobbled path like a hound chasing a pair of foxes, and there was more than a few indignant wolves getting riled up by the stir. Of course, there were still many bystanders who saw the good humor in pups just being pups, but from the shouting they left behind there was sure to be at least a few upset wolves in their wake.

As with any situation, Shamus wondered if he could turn this to his own advantage. He was still in a position where he could trip up the pups by jumping in front of them, but they would probably knock him off his feet in the process. Would he look silly to bystanders, or would he look like a hero? He did have a bone to pick with these pups after he let them off the hook the first time, he would've thought that they would have learned their lesson. Ah, but did he ever? Some lessons needed to be taught more than once.

Deciding to take a chance at looking noble, Shamus jumped in front of the racing young wolves, aiming to land in front of them instead of on them. He had waited long enough that they probably wouldn't have time to turn, but would have to either halt or crash into him. If he had time to get words out before impact, the Saffron would say something like "Now I thought we had an understanding, ladies! I let you off the first time so that you would learn to mind!"

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Running running, snapping and giggling.

More than once Nezin pulled close to the heels of the two pups but each time she had missed a chance to snap one up by its scruff so they had only squealed and put on an extra burst of speed. Still though, she was gaining on them. She could see their sides heaving with effort to outrun her, but she'd been at this chasing game for much longer than they had and would soon catch up. But it wasn't so fun anymore when a large wolf stepped directly into their path, shouting something.

At first the plan was to skirt around him but the pups yipped in surprise when they realized it was the male that the group had encountered towards the entrance to the festival. They began skidding and stopping their paws on the ground. Left right left right left right! Dust kicked up into Nezin's eyes and she flattened her ears to the sound of their whimpering and then cries of shock as they started tripping up and tumbling.

It was too short of a stop to cut her speed down so she had to jump over them and only spare them a brief glance backwards. When she looked forward again and saw the wolf Shamus standing there with his nose high from authority she snorted her objection. But she was closing in fast and had to do something so that she wouldn't bowl him over. So she scoured her mind and flattened her ears.

Wait for it.. wait for it.. Now!

Her tail gave a wiggle and as it passed through the structure of the appendage her form shifted from a long legged, blonde she-wolf, to a stubby legged, brown, bushy tail squirrel. The changed passed through her like wind on the Zeno plains and when it was completed she had launched herself over the back of Shamus. She chattered nervously while in air moments before she hit the ground running. Unfortunately, the pups weren't at the necessary skill level to pull off the Seti highlight in such a short amount of time and under such stress. Instead they fell in a heap of legs at Shamus' very own while a short distance away, the chattering squirrel shook itself out and phased back into Nezin. She gave a sneeze before whirling around and stomping over to Shamus.

"Now I'd have to be just plain empty headed to step in front of herd of Buffalo moving at a break neck pace! And expecting them to stop no less!" Her ears were flat on her head and she was close enough to swipe a paw and nick his nose. "You could have seriously injured one of these pups! Just look at them! Go on! Take a look!" and if he did look he would see that the one ash grey pup had a fresh cut on his nose and was favoring a paw, while the rusty female was covered in dirt and had the tip of one ear drooping unnaturally, she also seemed to have a cut at her tailbone. Huffing into his face, Nezin slid over to the furballs and sniffed over them, checking for anything serious.

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Covered in dust and a little dazed, Shamus realized he had given the pups too much credit when it came to stopping. Sure they could start and go in a split of a second, but halting seemed to be beyond their abilities. The tumble of pups had crashed into his legs and would have knocked him over had he not been expecting it. Ripping one of his paws out from under them, he rubbed it against the back of his opposite leg to sooth the pain. He had made a mistake.

"Well, I guess I was pretty lucky there," Shamus said in aside to the wolves he had been near, making the obvious joke. Only because he knew that one of the other wolves he had been standing by would have made it if he didn't. The Tenneth and his friend who had been tug-a-warring chucked a bit, and Shamus would have though he was done when Miss Nezin had to come pick a bone with him. Well, he deserved it, naturally.

As souless as Shamus sometimes thought he was, the reality was a little farther from that. Like any other wolf he certainly didn't like being yelled out, and being rebuked naturally made him a little defensive. Still, he knew that the scuffle and her loud mouth had attracted attention. No too much, mind you, it wasn't as if pups getting in a tussle was an unheard of thing, but the few wolf eyes that were around were drawn to the action. It was like watching a mother yell at her pup in the middle of the market. No reason watching it other than it being the only thing around to watch.

"Well I'm sorry missie, I shouldn't have tried to help," Shamus said, as sincerely as his adrenaline would let him. "But I was afraid they would run straight'n to our waterin' ditch at the end of the way, and figured if they weren't good swimmers it would've meant a heap of trouble. Awful sorry, mateys."

It was probably the stupidist excuse he could have come up with, any wolf would have known to turn once he saw the clearly marked irrigation ditch. But if he acted enough like a simple hick farm wolf well enough, maybe he could save his nose from another swipe.

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Nezin nudged the pups to their feet while keeping one ear on Shamus. Blah blah blah, you liar. she grumbled in her head. She knew full and well that the ditch was there and that's why she'd been racing to grab them.

"Irrigation Smirrigation..!" She turned her head and glared at him. "If you were so scared that we would fall in the ditch you weren't scared enough to get the wind knocked out of you by jumping in our path! The safest thing you coulda done was call out for us to be careful of it. Now I don't know what your name is but you better leave us alone from here on out." She said with finality. She even gave him a lasting look before turning and stalking off with the little scamps in tow. They limped a little but after a bit they began walking moderately fine, even trotting a little to catch up with their chaperone.

The trio headed back up the path with the young ones the only one of them to give Shamus a guilty glance backward. Nezin walked with her tail swaying indignantly and ignoring anyone who stared at her.

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Not wanting to risk saying anything that would keep the she wolf around a second longer, Shamus swallowed her remarks in embarrassed resignation. Since she was not having it with his apology, Shamus figured the next best thing was to laugh it off. He didn't give a sorry sod about seeing her and her scrappy troublemakers again, so she needn't worry about that. As soon as she rounded the corner, the Saffron snorted and bidding his peers goodbye, said "Well, keep it up mateys, with a little more luck you may get the girlies like me!"

Leaving the others in the lane, Shamus took off across the way towards the Thane's abode. Passing the inn where he had left Felonious, Shamus wondered if the Hemlock was still asleep. Hopefully. No need to have him walking around and getting curious. Then again, having the Hemlock seen may not be such a bad idea, it would give some credibility to his plan.

Ah, at last, the Thane was in from the fields. That old wolf worked to hard. Well, not old per say, but the big gray wolf certainly looked like he had lived a life of hard labor thus far. Compared to Shamus, the larger wolf was covered in all manner of dirt and seed, struggled to keep his head high from the formative of the day, and seemed to have a limp on a back paw, no doubt a strain from farming. Obviously he had a much different philosophy on leadership than Shamus. Lead by example, bah. A leader had much more important thing to do than digging ditches.

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Nezin grumbled to herself for a while, the pups staying quiet for a fear of receiving the same tongue lashing that the other male received. Her dark clouds only lasted so long though. Giving herself a shake, she took a deep breath and stopped to look down at her charges. "You two alright? You looked a little beat up when I first looked you over" she leaned down to nose at them again.

The pups wriggled and immediately began gushing about her display earlier.
"That was soooooo cool! You jumped right over that wolf!" Said the grey one
"And you turned into a squirrel in midair! And it like..! If I'd blinked I woulda missed it!" Squeaked the rusty female.
The pair bounced around her paws, freaking out while Nezin puffed with confidence.

"Well when we leave here in a couple of days I'll show you guys how to change into something cool. But for now!" She nudged them away from her feet and started walking again. "Lets go back to the game stalls and apologized to that poor wolf's stall you guys were hiding in. I think you wrecked it pretty bad."

And then they were off, trotting and swiping at each other while giggling.

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The Band of Seti traders were dispersed throughout the Harvest Festival, enjoying the sights and making friendly conversation. They were bouncy and approachable, the group members, and enjoyed the air of welcome felt in the Saffron territory. It was a good first day.

As the sun sank lower and lower towards the plains on the horizon, the indication to turn in for the night was when its rays began jetting across the skies and through the stalls of the vendors. It had touched the distant and smooth hills. The Setis, wherever they were in area, ended conversations, backed out of games, or rounded their traveling partners. On the way to the Saffron fields they had all agreed that the first rays of sunset would be the signal to meet at their traditional inn. The group of twelve streamed to the location.
Nezin allowed the pups to play about her feet as she led them to where everyone would gather, her tail swishing and her nose wiggling. It had been a good day. Besides that Saffron incident from earlier, she was looking forward to repeating it.

Soon, all members were accounted for. They all dominated two tables in the dining area of the inn and chatted over the events of the day while stuffing themselves for the final time. Everyone laughed and hummed speculatively at Nezin's story. Replying with things like..
"Well he was just trying to help Nezin.." "I don't think you should chew out Saffrons on Saffron territory.." "You guys play too much anyway." "Yeah about time you tripped up!" "Tomorrow is a new day!"

And right they were. At the end of the dinner, they bid their "Good-Nights" and "Sleep Wells" before retiring to their designated rooms. Rooming with the pups, they flopped over each other and were quickly overcome by sleep.

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The sun was halfway across the horizon and Nezin was following her nose halfway across the Saffron village. With the pups passed on to someone else for the day, she was truly allowed to freely roam the sights of the festival. She'd visited fish displays and antique sellers until a tantalizing scent on the air made her stomach clench and gurgle. Now she was slowly strolling down the roads with her nose held high, every so often she would stop and swing her head left and right in order to find which direction she should turn her paws next.

Eventually, her sharp button lead her to the heart of the food pavilions. Morning dough and fresh meats were being put out on display and wolves out for an early stretch were stopping all over to grab a bite. Licking saliva from her maw, she gave an excited wiggle before starting a trot down the lane. She looked left at the breakfast pasrties, right at the tender meats, left again at the fresh honey bread, and right again at steaming stews. She groaned lowly. There was so much to choose from "..And I don't think I can have one of everything.. I'll either vomit or explode.." Her ears flattened in a show of true concern.

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The thing about telling a popular story, was that you had to keep telling it, and Shamus found himself more often than not with his mouth empty. Not exactly ideal for a wolf who was trying to eat breakfast, as he watched his group of avid listeners dwindle as they finished their own meals, while his remained largely untouched, save for that big bite he took at the beginning. "Well mateys, I'll catch up with you later, if'n I don't starve from all my gabbing," Shamus said with a smirk to the few that were left, which they took with a nod and dispersed.

Content to have-at his meal of tender deer meat, the Saffron couldn't help but here the musings of one of the wolves behind him that was perusing the stalls. By the fang, of all the wolves to keep running into. Well, I guess she has to eat too. Shamus was very much tempted to stay out of her way, he didn't fancy getting yelled at again. She seemed to have this nasty habit of bumping in to him time and again, and Shamus started to wonder if making the slightest hint at amends would be better. This shouldn't be seen as bad luck, but an opportunity. He didn't want to feel awkward every time one of her pack mates walked by because she was spreading slander. Plus, she was kinda cute for a Seti. There was always that.

"Well eat what you want and share the rest, nothing wrong with givin' away a bit of honey bread!" Shamus sung out over his shoulder as a call back to his good deed yesterday. It was a comment that didn't necessarily need a reply, so she could easily ignore it if she chose. Still, he wasn't going to be the reason for bad blood between the Seti and the Saffron. Not at least until he was elected.

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Nezin was stuck between a stall displaying steaming hunks of buffalo meat and a vendor showcasing steamed and seasoned vegetables. The servings of meat made her stomach clench and gurlge, and she found herself licking her maw much too often. But on the other paw, the vegetables tickled her curiosity and memory. Last year at the festival, she had tried the food that this vendor was selling and it had been a completely new and delicious experience. Setis didn't have much in terms of veggies since they lived in the middle of the plains, meat was the one and only.

Nezin groaned. She'd successfully narrowed her options down to two but now she couldn't choose between the two she'd chosen! "Hhh.. Wish there was a second opinion arou-" she stopped mid sentence and listened to a familiar voice singing something about honey bread. Sniffing, she allowed herself a temporary break from making a decision by turning around and gazing over at Shamus' table, she'd learned his name again from her travel-companions. "Is he following me or something.." she mumbled, her ears flattening defensively but soon lifting again. No no.. he's eating.. he just coincidentallg got here before me.. plenty of wolves are out for something to eat, her mind murmured. Her mean side wanted to hold onto her annoyance at the incident from yesterday afternoon, but her kind side wanted to trot over and ask him to help her choose what to eat. As a Seti she had a very bland palette and would probably never decide without help. She rhythmically dug her claws into the soil while thinking and gazing, her eyes dark with thought.

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Nothing left on his plate but a bit of grease, Shamus couldn't help but taking a few licks of the platter to get the most out of his breakfast. His tongue scooping up whatever discarded spices remained, the Saffron was soon satisfied that he had gotten the most out of his meal. Much more than that Seti shewolf, she didn't even get a meal yet. Having shrugged to himself when she didn't answer, Shamus had focused on quickly finishing his meal so that he could head over to the pavillions set up outside of town. There was a particular ball thowing game he wanted to try that involved twirling yourself around and releasing the ball-on-a-string at the right moment to knock down a target. He had never got the timing down as a youth, and he really wanted to try it again.

Lapping up the rest of his drink and making sure there was no morsel left uneatin, Shamus scooped up his plate in his mouth, and began to head over to the wagon where a couple of older pups were given the chore of cleaning dishes. The little scamps took his plate with strange eagerness, and immediately began to fight over who would be the one cleaning it. It seems they both liked getting into the bubbles, and for some reason they could only do that when they were washing something. Surprisingly, the smaller of the two actually managed to succeed by pushing the bigger one over into the large tub of soapy water. The triumphant pup was soon dismayed when he realized that he wasn't going to be able to clean the plate without the other one swiping at his nose from the tub. Instead, the smaller pup just quickly licked Shamus' plate until he thought it looked clean enough, and smacked it down in the stack with the rest of the clean ones when he thought no one was looking. Shamus decided he would stick around just long enough to see the soapy pup jump out of the suds and tackle the other one. Such the joys of being a pup.