06-22-2013, 01:12 PM
Amidst the throng of many skins (size, complexion, fur, form) that the two Septs combine to form, Jack trudges along in his native four paws.
He is the same gruesome bulldog of a wolf, bowed out front legs made mutt-like with its muzzle's underbite that shows teeth every time his lips quiver with a breath.
A back that ripples with brutish muscle heaped haphazardly on muscle by Gaia's blessing, he cuts through the crowd, a wave of brawn that greets those he knows and brushes by those he doesn't in the same way, a lupine salutation that comes with physical contact where it is allowed, the flick of a tail or breath on their hind quarters, or against the legs of those in other forms, sniffing their feet and shoes and with those trapping the path they'd walked to this point.
As he accepts Keisha's greeting, and those of others he knows, and he circles around one more time, stalking through the mob of Bone Gnawers at the edge with the other Cliath number, giving his own tribe no shortage of face time (you call that a face?) and then rounds back to howl (roar) beside the Child of Gaia and whatever other Garou gravitate toward the druid.
He is the same gruesome bulldog of a wolf, bowed out front legs made mutt-like with its muzzle's underbite that shows teeth every time his lips quiver with a breath.
A back that ripples with brutish muscle heaped haphazardly on muscle by Gaia's blessing, he cuts through the crowd, a wave of brawn that greets those he knows and brushes by those he doesn't in the same way, a lupine salutation that comes with physical contact where it is allowed, the flick of a tail or breath on their hind quarters, or against the legs of those in other forms, sniffing their feet and shoes and with those trapping the path they'd walked to this point.
As he accepts Keisha's greeting, and those of others he knows, and he circles around one more time, stalking through the mob of Bone Gnawers at the edge with the other Cliath number, giving his own tribe no shortage of face time (you call that a face?) and then rounds back to howl (roar) beside the Child of Gaia and whatever other Garou gravitate toward the druid.