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Sometimes it was easier to just not ask any questions. For everyone's sakes. But Briar really, really wanted to. He wanted it so much he felt his chest growing heavy and his whole face twitching from the growing frustration. Or the cold. Or both. Or something else entirely! But if he had to guess, it'd probably be the frustration. ...not that he knew.
Today had been a normal day. For the most part, at least. He'd gone about his business and appealed to the hearts of the populace like he's been occupying himself with for a while now. It had been a slow day, in general, without a lot of people venturing out in the streets where he could reach them. He'd been in the "business" now for many years, but unlike a few extreme colleagues of his... He never went so far as to knock on peoples' doors and pester them in their own homes. Nope. The streets suited him just fine, although he still wasn't used to the excruciating cold. Lumbering through the streets in his thick furs, multiple layers of clothes along with his winter blanket wrapped about his person, he made his status as tourist rather clear to just about everyone who laid eyes upon him.
Yes, today had been a normal day, for the most part. If you don't count the strange little happening towards the end of it when he was heading back towards the Warrens to check in for the day. His nose briefly brushed against the fabric of his map as he studied the layout of the district, lifting his gaze above it to check reality with paper for the briefest of moments. He froze up, eyes catching sight of the small and barely visible furred... creature that swam through the snow. It looked suspiciously like it'd been swimming. Before he knew it, it had escaped his field of sight again and he blinked his eyes, looking about to make sure it wasn't still there. After taking a moment to simply melt what he'd just seen, he reached up to rub at his eyes, shaking his head briefly. I think I'm tired.
... Yeah. He may've just been seeing things as a result of his long and tiring day. He lumbered on along the street again, stopping for a moment once he reached the place where he'd seen the strange... thing just moments before. His bowels tightened a bit as he could clearly see a swaying track in the fresh snow, continuing and disappearing further down the road. It would probably be completely erased in the matter of minutes if the snow continued falling like this, but it was still there now that he was looking. He wasn't good at these things, but Briar didn't know a whole lot of animals who'd leave tracks like these. Snakes, perhaps? That's about as far as his imagination could take him. That was one of the only animals he could think of who would move in such a manner and that didn't carry itself by two or four feet (or more, depending).
He sighed to himself, rubbing his eyes again as he sank down to look atthe tracks more closely. Curiousity getting the better of him, he backtracked them enough to see them disappear into the deeper snow, crouching down to peer into the hole that had come as a result, unless the snow had collapsed down. It depended on how packed the snow had been. Regardless, he would rise up after taking a closer look, a thoughtful expression spread across his face as he returned back to the Warrens and the heat of his lodgings.
Well.
He didn't know much about the fauna of this place, but... He couldn't exactly say he was expecting to see a snake-like animal all the way up here in the cold. It just didn't seem to suit them.
Deciding not to ponder this any further, Briar dismissed all further thoughts on the subject and wrapped up his business for the day before catching himself a few hours of warm, deep sleep.
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by Ilhor Skyglow on September 25th, 2012, 10:01 pm 
