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Post by fyredream on Jan 2, 2009 14:37:43 GMT -8
Encantada, tired as she had ever been, finally stepped out of the long, dark forest, and onto rolling plains. Panting, she staggered to a river and lapped up cold, delicious water. "Finally..." she whispered, lying down, and closing her eyes. A few hours later, she woke up to the sound of pawsteps. Flicking her ears and snapping open her eyes, she jumped up, alert. Other wolves lay about the plains, talking, sleeping, hunting, drinking. It wasn't a wolf pack, though. It was something else. It was like they were... waiting. But for what? She smelled the air. No, this wasn't a pack, she was sure. All the wolves smelled different. Might as well see what they're waiting for... she thought to herself, lying down, and putting her head between her paws. She felt no threat coming from any of the others, and this was better than being a lone wolf again.
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