[color=a0410d][b]Blake[/b][/color]

The large dark wolf brought up the rear of the pack, seemingly walking slowly, his long strides keeping pace with the shorter wolves quite easily. The pack he carries on his back is of a battered grey canvas material, stained with mud and wearing thin in several places. Blake watched with quiet eyes as their pack reached the cabins. Looking around, he takes in the huts one by one. Several of them need repairs. Broken windows seemed to be a trend between the cabins, and a handful of them were either completely missing doors, or the doors were hanging off their hinges.

It had been a long while since Blake has slept inside a building, even if it was just a wooden hut. He'd been on the move for such a long time, he'd grown accustomed to just sleeping in his lupine form either underneath the stars, or in the shade of a rock if it was raining. Slowly, he moved back away from the cabins and sat on his hindquarters, watching the others carefully through his grey eyes, unsure.

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[color=aba000][b]Jace[/b][/color]

As they reached the cabins, Jace transformed back into his upright form, stretching as he stood up and looked around. He ran a hand quickly through his brown hair to make sure it was just messy enough, and looked around quickly, surveying the area. He hadn't detected anything particularly unpleasant when he'd been a wolf, with heightened senses, but he wanted to see if he could spot anything he wouldn't have seen from closer to the ground.

When the man was satisfied, he walked towards the closest cabin, the one that Ambra had been making for. The walls seemed mostly intact, though there were a couple of holes in the tin roof where the metal had fallen away and peeled up in some places. He looked through one of the broken windows at the dusty and damp interior of the cabin. There was some furniture inside, but it looked wet and chewed by rats in some places. "[color=aba000]Home sweet home, eh..?[/color]"