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Date Posted: 22:01:59 07/08/04 Thu
Author: Huttser
Subject: >Wolf<
In reply to: Briar 's message, "� b o y s d o n ' t c r y" on 19:17:08 07/08/04 Thu

((OOC: I know, I know. I was reading you post for a fourth time, Briar, and it just seemed right for Huttser to arrive. Briar needs help, afer all. And I'm bored. Read it! It makes sense...oh, and Brooke you should post too...since Huttser followed Sadie here.))

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Something warm and wet washed over the boy's face. It cleans the blood and grime without a care, used carefully as a stimulant more than a cleanser. The old wolf's tongue attempts to revive Briar's pained face, followed by a low whine and a scratching of claws on the dry dirt.

:Rotten silly folly-foal...: The canine's voice drifts into the youth's head. :Had to run, I had. Followed that brave girl all the way here, and ho! What do I find but blasted blundering tradgedy, hmm? Look up, look up...stop crawling like that. You're bleeding like a beheaded hen, and probably sooner to die than one if you move any more!:

The old wolf paces a circle around the fallen boy. His grizzled face is wrought with fear of the smells. There was Death, blood, and human metal. Although the scent of the dead man was unknown to him, his blood was on Briar's clothes. This had to mean something, whether Briar had been close to this slain human stranger, or he himself had slain him. Either way, Briar was losing lots of blood, and Huttser was too weary and old to do much about it.

:Look up now, lad,: he says sternly. :That's right, up here, here I am. Pack members help each other then, is that fair? Here, my ruff. Grip that if you can, I'll help you on your way. That metal bolt...thing, keep it in, yes. It will bleed less that way. Look up, dear boy, up! Eyes still open, now...:

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� b o y s nbsp; d o n ' t nbsp; c r y -- Briar, 05:37:10 07/09/04 Fri
- Not Every Rose Has Thorns -- Sadie Rose, 19:30:21 07/11/04 Sun
  - � b o y s d o n ' t c r y -- Briar, 16:29:06 07/17/04 Sat
    - >Wolf< -- Huttser, 20:02:25 07/21/04 Wed
      - Not Every Rose Has Thorns -- Sadie Rose, 18:37:01 07/24/04 Sat
        � boys don't cry -- Briar, 18:25:21 08/15/04 Sun
        <shinigami> -- Lily / company, 19:36:19 08/15/04 Sun
        Not Every Rose Has Thorns -- Sadie Rose, 18:50:04 10/05/04 Tue
        Break You Now -- Briar, 18:45:13 10/06/04 Wed
        e m p t y -- Kaen, 13:09:47 10/07/04 Thu
        >Wolf< -- Huttser, 18:25:00 10/14/04 Thu
        Just Bend the Pieces Till They Fit -- Briar, 19:11:41 10/14/04 Thu
        e m p t y -- Kaen, 18:45:05 11/06/04 Sat