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    jacob has no idea how he ended up here, if he's being honest. he was going to go to the river and splash around for a bit, but a hunter caught him by surprise while he was on his way there. naturally, the buck made a run for it, changing direction every couple seconds in hopes of confusing the man and getting away. sure, he's not weak, but, especially considering the fact that he's a deer, he doesn't really stand a chance against a man with a rifle. thankfully, he manages to save his own life. by the time he's run out of stamina, the hunter is far, far behind, and probably looking for another target. the young buck lowers his head and shakes it a little, feeling just slightly dizzy. well, he escaped. but... where the hell is he? he has no idea how to get back. not that it's too much of a big deal, of course. he travels from place to place all the time. he's surprised he hadn't stumbled upon this one before. well, he has now. slowly, the dark brown buck looks around, taking in every detail of his surroundings. judging by the smell, a large group of animals seems to be living here, which is something he doesn't think he's seen before, either, save for the packs of wolves that try to kill him every now and then. he's curious now. so, he makes his way to the center of the camp, antlers bumping against the side of one of the cottages as he looks around, causing him to curse under his breath. his day really is going great.

    Henry hadn't had a very eventful morning. He'd simply gotten up, taken his usual dose of the anti-serum to keep Hyde away and made himself some tea and a nice breakfast sandwich. He had just finished a rather nice novel. It was one he had always taken an interest in but had never really gotten around to reading simply due to the busy nature of his everyday life. Frankenstein by Mark Shelley. He let out a soft sigh, a content smile hanging on his maw as he stood and decided to exit the medic cabin. He was rather shocked to see a large deer just making it's what through camp. "Uh, hello? Are you alright? Do you know where you are?" The steamer looked rather confused and didn't seem to know where he was going. Besides, Henry really doubted that someone who came as a threaten would be so noisy while doing so.

    jacob tilts his head at the sound of someone's voice, before turning towards the source of it and staring down at the medic. "oh, hey!" he greets, a smile making its way into his face. "yeah, i'm fine. kinda got no clue where i am, though," the buck replies, gaze still focused on the medic looking up at him.

    Jekyll relaxed a bit as the deer proved himself as he had originally believed; to be a friendly (although oblivious) stranger. "You're in Windclan. You're actually near the center of our camp. I'm surprised no one saw you by the border and stopped you before you got this far," He would admit, sounding slightly impressed with the deer. "I'm Henry Jekyll, by the way, though I usually just go by my surname. Is there anywhere in particular you're trying to go or is there any way I could help you at all?"He would then ask, sounding rather concerned for the lost individual.


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    the chocolate brown buck listens to jekyll speak, letting out a huff of laughter at the impressed tone in his voice when he notes that he's surprised he hadn't been stopped much sooner. "jekyll, huh?" jacob repeats, before giving a small nod, attempting to memorize the name. in response to the question, he hums thoughtfully, soft and low in his throat. he's not really trying to get anywhere. it's not like he has to stay somewhere for more than a couple days, much less wants to. but this seems to be a nice, friendly place, and he really did miss interacting with others, so he figures he might spend a while here. "well, i don't really need to get anywhere. it'd be pretty cool if i could stay here for a while, though."

    Jekyll would simply nod to confirm his name to the deer before smiling as he heard his response to the second question. "Well, then I suppose I should welcome you to Windclan. You can feel free to stay as long as you like. You can take any of the available cabins while you stay here or you can stay in one of the extra rooms in the medic cabin, it really doesn't matter much to me. If you don't mind me asking, though, what's your name?" He would inquire, tilting his head slightly as he asked the question. He tried not to think about how empty the medic cabin truly was. At one point, it had held three other people but they were all gone now. Littlespirit had stuck around the longest with him but now even she had left. He technically didn't live there simply because he had to keep his anti-serum for Hyde somewhere else, as he didn't want to draw unwanted attention to his ailment. However, he did spend a vast majority of his time there and he would be lying if said he didn't get lonely on occasion, thinking about how things used to be. However, he knew he was partially to blame for that. He soon stopped his own mind, though. These things were much too dark a result for having just been chatting with a new member of the clan.


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    the young buck simply nods in response, glad that the cabins appear to be sizable enough for him to fit into. he didn't necessarily look forward to having to stand in the open if it starts raining. "thanks," he replies, lowering his head to scratch his leg with his muzzle, before lifting it again and staring down at the labrador. "oh yeah, i didn't introduce myself, did i? i'm jacob bixenman, but i usually just go by jacob," he responds to the question with a slight shrug. "so, how do things work around here? i haven't heard of windclan or anything like that before. care to explain?"

    "I can." Comes the bright and gentle chirp of the Honorguard as she settles down by. It was a rather strange thing, stumbling out of her cabin to see an unfamiliar buck wandering by, brushing her antlers and knocking his head against the sides of the cabin. Her cabin, in fact, had been one of the ones that he had 'hit.' His uncharacteristic behavior led her to wonder if he was a new joiner somehow, but as she sat and listened, it became clear within the first few seconds of dialogue between him and the medic that was not the case. Greeting strangers was her specialty, so she approached.
    "Hello and welcome to WindClan! Honorguard Lusa at your service." The black bear raised a paw to her temple in a mock salute of the ones she had seen humans do so many times, her tongue hanging lopsidedly out of her mouth. She let her forelimb fall back to the ground once more.


    "So, if there's things you need to know, first things first, we have ranks. Like, if you're active, you can get promoted and all that good stuff. Sometimes, you can achieve titles. Ranks have different jobs and functions. The highest being leader, then deputy, and advisor and honorguard then medics and guardians." She had finished the sentence in a quick, rushed huff of breath. Good lord. "Yeah, we also have rules, so don't cause too much trouble alright? Or do anything unconstituional... whatever that means. Like pooping in the middle of a crowd and not picking it up so the stinky scent of doo-doo wafts through the air." Maybe she wasn't making the best impression right now. Lusa's more childish side had come to play in the moment.



    "But we don't have any documents for rules and all that stuff, so it's all good. Just think of all the bad things that you could do, and just... don't do it. See? That simple! Easy peasy!" The up and down dip of her head indicated a nod.
    "Also, WindClan is like a group of animals where we live together, protect each other and look after one another. For the most part." There were some instances when those policies fell apart under the hatred of other clan members, but Lusa attempted to keep things together and peaceful for the most part. "I think... that's all. If you have any questions, feel free to ask."


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    the buck turns his head towards the sound of the voice and offers the black bear a small smile. this place seems to be full of friendly people. he doesn't think he'll stay, but if he decides that he does want to stay, he'll probably have no trouble getting along with the others. unless his short temper gets the best of him and he ends up putting his foot in his mouth or doing something rash or irresponsible, which tends to happen quite a bit. but now is not the time for him to dwell on his lack of filter, or his anger issues. he'll likely not stick around for more than a week, after all, and even if he does, he shouldn't be getting lost in thought when there's people talking to him. he listens to lusa explain the different ranks, chuckling when she uses pooping in the middle of a crowd as an example of a rulebreak. "alright, got it," he says, an amused glint remaining in his eyes as he listens to the black bear go on. "aw, what? does that mean i don't get to set stuff on fire?" he asks lightheartedly, but tries to keep somewhat of a straight face.

    This buck seems to be listening attentively; a good thing. As a questions escapes from his lips, she allows a smile to grace her lips. She's stick a teasing tongue out. "No silly." She hummed with amusement. "Definitely no setting the territory on fire. Try not to, or Jonathan and the rest of us are gonna have to kick your furry behind." Her tone was obviously light and joking, even as she said it. Unless he had temper issues, was increasingly clumsy or somehow had fire elementals that he could seldom rarely control, it wouldn't be that hard right?


    "I suppose that's it." She affirmed. "I suppose all that would be left in order is a tour. Would you like one?"


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