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[ around the streets of boston, connor wanders-- hood up and alert ( always alert ), bow fastened against his back by the line across his chest, bobbing occasionally from side to side. he had to run a few errands at the time for not only the old man, but for himself ( shopping for weapons, goods, scouting for information, seeing a few people and the like. ) the bustling streets were of no news to him, children laughing-- the occasional remark there, a group chatting it up there . . . and those who were simply doing what he was doing. running errands. would he, by chance, run into someone today? he ran into a few people daily-- those he recruited to the homestead, for example.
he was told not to be a stranger-- and he never really was.
a dog-- eager and large barks as connor passes, beginning to follow with padding tacks of claws against stone ground. the man always felt a strong calmness from the creatures around him. nature, in general. the loyalty a dog offers, and the simple happiness received from just a little well meant attention was admirable, as was the natural milk and meat cows livestock offered, the eggs ( and meat ) that chicken gave-- even the wild deer, a wolf pack, all of them-- predator or prey, they were familiar, and familiarity brought a sort of comfort.
at this moment, connor takes from the middle of the street to the side, closer to shops and out of the way of other passerbys ( in turn, the persistent pup follows ). eager wags of the animal's tail follows as it sits, connor extending his arm and petting the dog. a few moments wouldn't hurt. ]
he was told not to be a stranger-- and he never really was.
a dog-- eager and large barks as connor passes, beginning to follow with padding tacks of claws against stone ground. the man always felt a strong calmness from the creatures around him. nature, in general. the loyalty a dog offers, and the simple happiness received from just a little well meant attention was admirable, as was the natural milk and meat cows livestock offered, the eggs ( and meat ) that chicken gave-- even the wild deer, a wolf pack, all of them-- predator or prey, they were familiar, and familiarity brought a sort of comfort.
at this moment, connor takes from the middle of the street to the side, closer to shops and out of the way of other passerbys ( in turn, the persistent pup follows ). eager wags of the animal's tail follows as it sits, connor extending his arm and petting the dog. a few moments wouldn't hurt. ]