<br/><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 24pt;">&gt;*&lt; Machamoti-Chi &gt;*&lt;</span></span></strong><br/><em><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">The Sunhome Sentinel</span></em><br/><em><span class="bbc_u">Location:</span></em> The Main Densite, Kiowa Pack Territory.<br/><em><span class="bbc_u">Company:</span></em> Juno. <br/><em><span class="bbc_u">Perimeter Sense:</span></em> Relic<br/><em><span class="bbc_u">Rank:</span></em> Warrior<br/><em><span class="bbc_u">Theme:</span></em> Juno meets The Sunhome Sentinel. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1LVOA-KkX6Y) </div><br/><br/><br/><strong> "No matter how the wind howls, the mountain cannot bow to it...</strong><br/><br/><br/><div align="center">(https://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLMe_JonTu0/TPfvLxcx02I/AAAAAAAAAJA/SyghujC7AIU/s1600/white-wolf-big%255B1%255D.jpg)</div><br/>Machamoti-Chi kept a large gate as his paws swept over the snow below him; his graceful lumber carrying him forward in the same smooth manner a large white puffy cumulous cloud would drift through the sky. In all honesty, he was usually far too large to be stealthy or dexterous, hence his propensity to remain at the very back of a hunting party...or downwind for the matter. More-so, his silver dustings made him stick a bit too much out there for blending in with large drifts of snow.<br/>He was...just sh*t out of luck for hunting or tracking.<br/><br/>To be fair, even after<strong>Juno</strong>took her working pose, he hadn't expected her to speak to him so soon. They hadn't even left the densite yet after all. This gave him a hearty chuckle. He was glad to see her fired up for work this early in the morning. Even if she didn't have a habit for small talk or making conversation; he'd like to think she was becoming more comfortable around him.<br/><strong>Hm? Relly-now? Jus coincidence, is all. I happin t'be on call t'day. Till midnight, actually. Biggun' t'day. Much like the catch yer sher to haulin' t'day.</strong>" He'd compliment her with a carefree nature; his deep brown wells taking a moment to shimmer her way. Taking a moment to crack his neck and pause his steps to give his spine a<em>gooooooOOOOooodd sttttRRRRRrrrrEEEEeeeeeeccchh</em>, he'd release a cozy-mornin' yawn before inquiring:<strong>So, whatcha' got on the men-ew t'day?</strong>"<br/><br/>-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><div style="text-align: right;"><strong> ...so too must my heroism prevail, that I can disprove the evil in others.</strong></div>