Disappearances at Glenmoor

[Angder]

Angder looked back up the stairs. "Geoff? We want to leave now! everything OK up there?"

Angder gave an apologetic glance at Dermot, before moving towards the door, he waited for Geoff before leaving, slightly confused as to what was keeping them upstairs.

[The Past]

When the others left the room, Geoff had slumped in the sofa and drifted back to a light slumber. His eyes flipped open at Angder's voice. "Oh, crap."
He grabbed his pack and rushed with careful feet downstairs and out the door with the wolf. "Eh, sorry, heh..."

[White Wolf Guardian]

"So, now that we're away from the townspeople, what the heck is going on with the weird behavior about the forest and the roads? How can every road be blocked? That doesn't even seem possible. We wandered through the wilderness just fine before now, I don't know how anything would be different." The wolgon looked at the other buildings in the area, with his arms on his hips, looking for other signs of life in the town.

[Hunter568]

As White looked around, he would notice many townspeople milling about, heading to their places of business for the day.


Farther up the street, he could see what looked like a town square, complete with a large statue of some sort in the center. There seemed to be a large group of townspeople gathered there, talking to eachother in a circle.


Across the road from the Shadowbrook Inn was a shop labeled "Genton General Supply", and as White looked around he saw a gray tabby tom in a nice dress shirt and slacks unlock the shop's sliding doors and step inside. Next to the general store was a butcher shop with an extremely old-fashioned storefront. Instead of a modern neon sign like Genton General, the butcher shop boasted a worn, wooden sign not unlike the Shadowbrook's. Painted on it were the words "Silverton's Meat Shoppe." Outside the shop, a young wolf with white, silvery fur is hurriedly gathering chopped wood. He carries a comically large burden that he obviously cannot lift very well.


None of the townspeople outside seem to have noticed the group yet.

[Angder]

((Sorry for the delay))

Angder glanced around, before looking at White "So, you want to lead the way?" He asked. "Knowing you, you will anyway. May as well make it official"

[White Wolf Guardian]

The wolf dragon nodded to Angder and wandered over to the butcher shop aptly named Silverton's Meat Shoppe. "Hey there my canine acquaintance, I would like to inquire if you would like some assistance with carrying that large amount of wood? That burden looks rather unpleasant." The hybrid tried to say as eloquently as possible. "My friend and I here are looking to do something interesting while we think about a way to continue our journey."

[Hunter568]

"Oh, uh..." the young wolf glances around uncertainly for a moment. Then he stumbles and almost drops his large bundle of firewood. "Um, yes sir! That would be much appreciated!" he wheezes, extending his arms forward so White can take some of the wood. "I've just got to take it around back for my dad."

[White Wolf Guardian]

The wolgon obliges and handles as much wood as he can carry from the load that the wolf was carrying. "So, how long have you been doing this anyways?" The hybrid asks the young wolf in earnest.

[Angder]

Angder sighs. He looks back at the bear. "Guess we are going to carrying logs today." He said before moving after the Wolgan. Not particually happy with this new development.

[Hunter568]

"Oh, carrying firewood you mean?" he asks with a chuckle. "As long as I can remember, I guess. I've worked with my dad in the shop since I was little, and he always seems to have some chore for me to do."

The young wolf leads the group around the side of the butcher shop to a small pile of firewood at the rear of the building. "Just over here," he says, dropping his own load of wood with a sigh of relief.


"Thanks for your help. The name's Patrick, by the way," he says, extending his silvered paw with a shy smile.

[White Wolf Guardian]

White drops the wood he was carrying with noticeable fatigue after lifting more than he was expecting for a long period of time. The hybrid meets the extended hand with one of his own, feeling the material of the silvered paw in his own. "My name is White and my friend is Angder, I'm glad you are keeping busy."

The wolgon suddenly lowered his voice. "Could you tell me perhaps why the roads are blocked off as of late? If you don't mind, we're trying to keep busy ourselves, but we find ourselves currently in limbo."

[Hunter568]

Patrick looks a bit confused at your question. "Well, all I heard was that the storm caused some kind of collapse from the mountainside. People don't really tell me much-"


In the middle of Patrick's sentence, he is cut off as a door at the back of the butcher's shop swings violently open. An older wolf with broad, muscular shoulders and Patrick's same silvery fur steps out of the entrance and yells, "What's going on here?!" He eyes White and Angder furiously.

[White Wolf Guardian]

The wolf dragon was caught off guard and jumped a bit when the father walked outside suddenly. "Hello there sir, I was just helping your son here move some firewood. Me and my friend here are travelers." White motions to Angder.

[Angder]

"Nothing!" Angder said. "White was carrying a log for patrick!"

Angder turns round to Geoff, hoping he will give them backup if things went badly.