I don't like to fight, but i ain't afraid to bleed.

*Elijah Piers* · August 16, 2014, 08:53 AM

Takes place before Eli & Shadow take off on their trip! :D Lemme know if you'd prefer I not use tables and I'll remove it if so <3

Morning. Birds sounded off one after the other – singing and alerting the whole neighborhood that the sun had risen for the day. It was time to get up. Granted, Eli had been up for quite some time. He'd just laid around underneath the comforts of a tree and nestled in a bush – grumbling about the wet dew that had dampened his agouti coat. It felt heavier than usual thanks to that. Dark tipped ears pulled back, tail gave a sway as he climbed to his paws. Stray leaves stuck to his coat with a few twigs grazing the edges of his skin. Eli gave a mighty shake the moment he was free from his little cocoon, sending droplets of water everywhere in his wake.
He sniffled, a yawn parting his lips with eyes closing briefly before he shrugged his shoulders. The man had to decide what he wanted to do this morning. Perhaps he could go hunting... nah. Eli didn't feel that energetic. Odd but he was always a grumpy one whenever he woke up, like he had to have a jolt or something that was truly interesting to wake him up. And once he got it, the Pi was usually bouncing off the walls, full of too much energy that he didn't know what to do with. He tended to try putting it to good use – and to Eli, wrestling with someone in the mud was a good use... since it made them happy and him happy.
But for now, he glanced towards the borders. A patrol. It wasn't often that a wolf was stupid enough to trespass on a pack's territory, yet if someone did, it would certainly send a shock of adrenaline through his veins.
Eli set off, trotting in the direction of the nearest border when something fluttered in front of him. Head tilted, blue eyes widening as he ceased his movements. He searched around for the movement until he found it again. Ears perked forward, staring at the bug with the focus of an experienced racehorse. Quietly he stepped forward, watching the bug's movements until he was abruptly on a goose chase. Figures he'd find himself too “tired” to go on a normal hunt, but chasing bugs was totally reasonable. He charged on, large paws hitting the ground with the grace of a clumsy moose until something in the corner of his vision subconsciously became aware of him.
By the time he realized that he was basically charging right into someone, it'd been a touch too late for him to stop fully. To credit him, however, he did start to pull on his brakes.

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