Taking a Breather || Wyatt&&Colorado
It's warm for an afternoon in February. Warmer than it ever was in Ohio this time of year, anyway. Wyatt's enjoying it with his hoodie unzipped, revealing a thin material t-shirt underneath, and his toes have feeling in them despite how inappropriate they are for snowy weather. Speaking of snow, it still covers large patches of the town, leaving very little to be seen underneath it all. Humans are still bundled up, but Wyatt himself, he feels very comfortable.
He's just finished running around the in hiking section. Content with his morning exercise that consisted of sprinting, leaping, climbing, and all sorts of springing around in the woods he sits now on a bench alone. The sweat that beaded his hairline is gone entirely, but his hair is definitely matted underneath his hat. He doesn't dare to take it off, not until he goes home to shower first.
For now, he's just outside enjoying the fresh air. Far off from the State Pack house as well as his own, it's giving Wyatt time to settle his consistently busy mind. His curiousity is insatiable, but he's temporarily distracted from all of his tornado-like thoughts. It's relaxing. If he was better experienced in shifting he'd go for a run as a wolf, but that's another hurdle he has to leap.
When a figure approaches, Wyatt hardly looks up. He just shifts over to give more space on the bench so that the other person can sit if they so wish. "No one's sitting there," he informs, warm and friendly eyes shifting up. His smile twitches, but he doesn't let it fall. Another wolf, another new face. Wyatt feels slightly on edge. After Nevada and New Jersey, he's hesitant. But he still waves an open hand to the other side of the bench despite his sudden awkward nervousness. "If you need a spot to sit, that is."
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