#moonskinsevent01

It was strange, arriving in someplace where it felt like they might be able to stay for a while. Josie wondered if it was in the nature of Moonskins to be nomadic. She would have asked Brenden or Jordan or one of the more knowledgeable members of the pack about it, had they been there, but the first thing she'd done upon arrival (after choosing her bedroom, of course) was pull on some snowboots and a warm jacket to hit the town.

She wasn't sure what she was looking for, exactly. Maybe it was just curiosity in general that had led her to explore. She wanted some flowers for the cabin, some nice creature comforts for her room like blankets and cushions and maybe some incense. A nice little town like this had to have a store that did cute little arts and crafty things. Something that didn't look as if it had come from Bed, Bath and Beyond.

Josephine wanted something more unique, something rustic. When she found a store that seemed like what she had in mind, she ducked inside, loosening her coat and feeling relief at the lack of chill inside. The store was warm and homely. Just what she wanted. But she wasn't aware enough to be on guard for someone who might make it less so.

Nevada actually wished the percent chance of rain was higher today. The slight over cast made it feel colder then it was but still she walked in just a light sweater to work. To be completely honest she wasn’t sure why the liquor store opened so early. It made it one of her favorite shifts because it meant she didn’t actually have to talk to anyone normally for the first few hours of the day. It if would rain it might deter even more people from wanting to be out and about today.

Once inside the store it was much to warm. Not that the cold bothered her anymore. It was actually one of her favorite parts of being a moonskins, not having to freeze during the winter months. Her boss though, was a freak who thought the heat needed to be turned on when ever it dropped below 80 outside and Nevada couldn’t stand it even if she use to appreciate it. Going into the back before opening up, Nevada opened the bosses desk, taking the key to the box he had around the thermostat and turned it down. Before going back up front, Nevada returned the keys and got ready for the long shift ahead of her. 

It didn’t take her long to open the register and turn the sign to open and station herself with her feet up on the counter. It’s not like it matter, the boss wouldn’t be in until much later to open the bar next door and by then people would be coming in and out and Nevada actually liked her job enough to not want to get fired for something so stupid. But for now she was conformable. She scrolled through her phone distracted by her varity of games, switching when she ran out of lives from one to the next and only putting it down when she hear the bell above the room ring saying someone had walked in.

The outskirts of Rainsburg is quieter at the break of dawn, and the first light of the day is shining through a thick, lovely layer of cirrostratus clouds. Such a peaceful idea. Wonderful. It feels warmer than most days in February, and the sun glistens on the snow making it sparkle like thousands of diamonds. Wyatt loves the snow like he loves the woods and stars and life itself for with the snow comes the absence of spiders, and if there is something in the whole world that Wyatt does not love it is spiders.

But there is no fear of those creepy crawlies as he wanders down a path untraveled. Wyatt whistles a tune to himself as he keeps his pace casual. There is a wind that carries with it an unmistakable sign of many of his own kind housing somewhere nearby, and it musses his hair, chilling him to the bone. Wyatt doesn't follow the unhuman smell and keeps to himself on his unmarked path. It is morning and he doesn't really know if intermingling is the brightest of ideas... As curious as Wyatt may be he deters himself from considering the idea of giving a warm, neighborly introduction.

Are they even like neighbors? Is it even okay for them to be around?

Who knows, he thinks. He is excited about the prospect of other moonskins, but this is a claimed territory. Some of what he's learned in his past was retained after his trigger, but he doesn't recall much on innocent intrusion of another's territory. Wyatt means know harm, even if the strangers don't know it, so he walks without caution sure that nothing would come of it if he minded his own business. Maybe he should have told Jordan he was heading out on his own so early for a stroll...

Though the weather had warmed significantly as Spring peaked around the corner, global warming and the conspiracy behind it had left Rainsburg, as well as the rest of the world, with snow days followed by blistering heat. Because of this, Arizona found herself visiting the animal shelter quite frequently. As she knew what it was like to dawn a full fur coat, she knew animals were far more resilient than humans would be. But her heartstrings were pulled seeing all the faces of the abandoned animals locked in cages that were far too small for some in a building with a horrid A/C unit.

If she was being completely honest, she was also using this place as a nice getaway to be alone with her thoughts for a few hours. She wasn’t nearly as overwhelmed in the State house as she had been with the Price’s... but it was a welcomed opportunity for some space to simply breathe. Ari did love her pack members immensely and loved sharing close quarters with them--  just as she loved her little breaks.

Plus, the pound animals enjoyed the company. She’d brought a few bags of dog food and toys that she’d begun to hand out generously when she heard approaching footsteps long before she saw the other person. Sighing ever so slightly at the idea of company, she kept her back to the door she anticipated the company to come through as she continued giving love to the animals in need.