Horizon Ridge The twisting kaleidoscope moves us all in turn

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Kennedy felt as though things were slow here. Not in a bad way, just in a... quiet way. Perhaps it was due to the weather, or perhaps there was something amiss that he had not been told about. Whatever the reason, he could definitely feel it. He knew that packs went through busy and less-busy times, so perhaps he had just come in at one of those less-busy times when everybody was minding their own business. A part of him wished it were different, but he tried not to dwell on it. The fact that memories of his brother were becoming less and less frequent was the main reason he had escaped his birth pack, so he was satisfied in that sense.

Upon his arrival, Kennedy had almost immediately been taken by the view that this territory offered. The lookout over the ocean was astounding, and he often found himself trotting toward it when he did not have anything on his mind at all. It was peaceful, and perhaps that was part of where the quiet came from. His bulky black body moved toward the ridge now, and his interest was piqued by a rather sorry looking figure sitting near the cliff's edge. She looked badly beaten up, though he could tell that the injuries were at least a few days old, if not more.

"Got yourself in quite a scuffle, did you?" he asked, eyeing the various scrapes and scratches. One of her paws even seemed to be mangled in some way, causing him to wince outwardly. "Name’s Kennedy." It only seemed proper to introduce himself.