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Date Posted: 10:32:21 10/16/02 Wed
Author: wind dancer strider
Subject: chill of the north wind, Call of the wild


femmora lay deep within the den, cool dry air leaching at her nose, and pads. her furr had started to come in, turning her into a large white puff ball, with two large golden pools, and a black nose. she exhaled a short breath of air into the dirt thrusting dust into the air soon to settle again, dial lay upon her front stilts fith apendage over her side. awaiting any words form her leaders. the scents of all around her. thorns twitching with every sound, but not one word telling her what to do, so she lay, awaitning orders, her quick mind thinking about the next raid, and how she might do better at hunting, ambush, or march right in. her war tactic mind running fast, thinking about her next meal. or when it was her time to have children.







his real name unknow but around here they call him strider




masculine lupe walked along in serch of his best friend ebony, awaiting the day he would be a full member of the pack, his fur comming in thick now, his timber hue causing him to look like an undergroomed sheepdog with gold eyes and alonger snout. very odd looking for a wolf, but still he had to she old hair, he would look better soon, the thoughts of play on his young mind as he serched for ebony or any of his other friends. the scents of they thick in the air, but a fresh mark from obsy even stronger.
a calling was made to his leader only a song for the nights ears it rang out like silver bells
as he serched for answers

master
why do you still not trust me?
am i not trustworthy?
please i wish to know



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