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Date Posted: 21:32:40 05/16/03 Fri
Author: Nameless (u make it up)
Subject: The male pup trots in...

The male pup trots in, the tendril of a tail waving in the wair with every stride. The tongue flaps about at the side of the mouth from overheating, as the young one has traveled long and hard to get here. Now, as he finds himself in Cascade territory, he flops out on the ground. even though now he is tired, you can see the muscles that are well-toned beneath his soft, glossy obsidian puppy fur, and that his chest is deep, making for high endurance. Once the onyx male has caught his breath and has cooled down, he stands and spots a monarch butterfly. With a playful growl, he crouches low, rump in the air, and leaps high into the air, mouth gaping open. He snaps at the butterfly in midair and clamps on it on his first try. With a satisfied whine, he lands, and then in an instant, spits out the butterfly. His defensive method had worked on the little one. Never again would he try to eat a butterfly! But the monarch was no worse for the trip; the pup's sharp teeth had easily pierced its body and it had died upon hitting the ground. The pitch male lopes over to a stream to try and wash out the nasty taste in his mouth. Even though he's made a puppy mistake, any of the packs, light, neutral, or evil, would be making a wise decision by taking in the abandoned one...

Name: none (make one up)
Age: 6 months (weaned)
Breed: gray wolf
Color: black
Gender: male
Personality: mostly playful like all young ones, but how he turns out will be shaped by the pack that adopts him

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*Thin Ice* -- Black ICe, 09:47:47 05/17/03 Sat