Date Posted:13:30:05 09/12/03 Fri Author: Akita Subject: :..Striker..:
Vixen's appendages carry her into the land of the lone wolves, she came in and stood still. Dark optics gazing around the land, she looked for her friend Striker or any that wished for a conversation. Vocal cords release a howl, calling for Striker. Whipcord was held high, now that she was not in a pack there was no need to hold it low. She had a plan on making a new life, perhaps he'd be glad to know about it, and no it was not a plan to corrupt anything.
