08-02-2018, 01:23 AM
There's a good reason Jericho chose the beach for Sunhaven's dwelling — of course, besides the fact that he holds a certain penchant for the seaside and that greenhouse and the quaint town that reminds him of the beach city. It's quite warm there, even the mountains (save for the peak). Jericho doesn't think he's built to survive in the cold, he's too weak and thin from lack of protein, but he's just never enjoyed winter. Even on the hottest days he doesn't mind the sun's intense warmth washing over him, setting his ginger pelt aflame and bathing him in liquid gold. Besides, so few plants grow in the cold, and Jericho doesn't know how he'd live without Sunhaven's wide array of flora to spend tending to and harvesting. In other words, Snowbound's territory is not for the Helion.
The little tabby trudges through the snow after Dean, doing his best to follow in the footsteps of his larger clanmate. Though he cannot see his footfalls in the thin blanket that lies on the ground, Jericho's parted jaws catch his scent on his tongue and he steers in whichever direction the snow feels thinner under his own paws. While Dean is certainly not alone, the tom's arrival is slightly delayed — his strides are much shorter, after all, without even mentioning his blindness and missing leg. Albeit lopsidedly, Jericho manages to finally reach the german shepherd, coming to a slightly relieved halt at the canine's side with a light exhale.
He's hardly even halted when he hears a strange voice. The feline's head lifts, ears pricked attentively — it seems they've already been joined. "Oh! Ah, w-we're from Sunhaven," the ginger feline speaks up in explanation, offering a small, polite smile. He blinks, honey-hued eyes gazing just past Henri unseeingly, though peering with genuine warmth nevertheless. "I'm Jericho, um, but w-we're a new group around here and wanted to... t-to come by and visit. And I also — uh, I also wanted to discuss th-the possibility of an alliance? We have a lot of merchants, ah, I-I thought we could come and trade, too." The male falls silent to keep himself from rambling, albeit rather sheepishly.
The little tabby trudges through the snow after Dean, doing his best to follow in the footsteps of his larger clanmate. Though he cannot see his footfalls in the thin blanket that lies on the ground, Jericho's parted jaws catch his scent on his tongue and he steers in whichever direction the snow feels thinner under his own paws. While Dean is certainly not alone, the tom's arrival is slightly delayed — his strides are much shorter, after all, without even mentioning his blindness and missing leg. Albeit lopsidedly, Jericho manages to finally reach the german shepherd, coming to a slightly relieved halt at the canine's side with a light exhale.
He's hardly even halted when he hears a strange voice. The feline's head lifts, ears pricked attentively — it seems they've already been joined. "Oh! Ah, w-we're from Sunhaven," the ginger feline speaks up in explanation, offering a small, polite smile. He blinks, honey-hued eyes gazing just past Henri unseeingly, though peering with genuine warmth nevertheless. "I'm Jericho, um, but w-we're a new group around here and wanted to... t-to come by and visit. And I also — uh, I also wanted to discuss th-the possibility of an alliance? We have a lot of merchants, ah, I-I thought we could come and trade, too." The male falls silent to keep himself from rambling, albeit rather sheepishly.
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