Jesper
"You should do some recruiting" Leilan's words rang loudly in Jesper's mind. His roan brother is correct: Icicle Isle needed more numbers. So, despite the bitter cold, he knows he must travel to the mainland. The black stallion makes his way to the Isle's shore before he plunges into the arctic water. For the first swim since his duel with Sabrina, his strokes are strong and, all four limbs move with ease. Keeping his head above the water's surface, aquamarine gaze focuses on Nerine's shore until his hooves strike the rocky floor. The sleek black stallion pulls himself ashore and, onto all four legs. Jesper takes a moment to shake though, the behavior is mostly out of habit. The air temperature quickly freezes any liquid and so, very few droplets actually leave his pelt.
Once back on solid land, Jesper collects his thoughts. He has always liked the notion of tracking down other canine-shifters; of offering them a home on the Isle and, creating one big pack of dogs. Ultimately, he hopes to bump into Merida again. It had been quite a while since their last encounter though, Jesper feels confident that the Forest is the best place to start looking. It is where he first encountered her and, it is where he first called home in Beqanna. Therefore, it would always hold a special sport in his heart.
Alas, if he had any hope of finding the ginger vixen, Jesper would have to think like her. He shifts into his canine form and, pushes forward into a light canter. The silver and gray todd navigates southward across Nerine, Taiga and, along the borders of Loess. Before long, Jesper enters the shadows of the Forest. He slows down to a walk before coming to a complete stop. He takes a moment to filter through the fragrances of the woods in order to locate the red she-fox. He finds his sense of smell less than acute as he pants from the jaunt to get here. Within several moments, Jesper has caught his breath and, now, can focus. He pads forward silently and, lowers his nose to the Forest floor. He inspects the trunks of trees, the moss and the bed of leaves thoroughly.
When he does catch her familiar pheromones, he is no longer on the well-traveled path. He stands well in the depth of the Forest now. Jesper makes no attempt to call her name. There is no need for that when you have a nose like his. He pads forward and, as he steps around the trunk of an enormous Oak, his icy gaze locks on the opening of what must be her cavern. Her scent is strong here. He decides to loiter at the entrance and, assumes a very comfortable (now that he is in a canine body) sitting position.
Once back on solid land, Jesper collects his thoughts. He has always liked the notion of tracking down other canine-shifters; of offering them a home on the Isle and, creating one big pack of dogs. Ultimately, he hopes to bump into Merida again. It had been quite a while since their last encounter though, Jesper feels confident that the Forest is the best place to start looking. It is where he first encountered her and, it is where he first called home in Beqanna. Therefore, it would always hold a special sport in his heart.
Alas, if he had any hope of finding the ginger vixen, Jesper would have to think like her. He shifts into his canine form and, pushes forward into a light canter. The silver and gray todd navigates southward across Nerine, Taiga and, along the borders of Loess. Before long, Jesper enters the shadows of the Forest. He slows down to a walk before coming to a complete stop. He takes a moment to filter through the fragrances of the woods in order to locate the red she-fox. He finds his sense of smell less than acute as he pants from the jaunt to get here. Within several moments, Jesper has caught his breath and, now, can focus. He pads forward silently and, lowers his nose to the Forest floor. He inspects the trunks of trees, the moss and the bed of leaves thoroughly.
When he does catch her familiar pheromones, he is no longer on the well-traveled path. He stands well in the depth of the Forest now. Jesper makes no attempt to call her name. There is no need for that when you have a nose like his. He pads forward and, as he steps around the trunk of an enormous Oak, his icy gaze locks on the opening of what must be her cavern. Her scent is strong here. He decides to loiter at the entrance and, assumes a very comfortable (now that he is in a canine body) sitting position.
jesper
carnage x bethanie
@[Merida]