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Post by Antelope on Sept 22, 2010 22:34:21 GMT -5
"Where to? The mountains?" Rave asked. His eyes flickered back and forth as if expecting a hostile wolf. He started to trot toward the mountains. He began to follow the faint crisp sent of snow. The gray wolf began to feel a bit anxious about meeting these other wolves. He hadn't made contact with others of his kind in such a long time. Rave had been alone months and now he felt so stiff. 'Simple, if he was threatened, he would protect himself.' He thought, but still an uneasy fluttering came from the bottom of his gut. Rave flicked his ears, listening to his surroundings as he headed toward the small pack. <What happens now? >
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Post by *Glintfur* on Oct 1, 2010 22:48:11 GMT -5
((Got to make a new thread ))
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