Wasted hours

*Crucifix* · 11-30-2014, 08:59 PM

Crucifix spent the entire day running the patrols of his borders. With the snow thick against the ground he felt that leaving a scent marker was a losing battle, it snowed a great deal and each day he faithfully made the runs once again until each part of the border was clearly his own. As he did so he thought about the new members that had made their way into Solstice of late, the first time they had had new wolves in a very long time. Both of them where fighters, and they where quickly becoming essential parts of the pack. Even as he thought this another light layer of snow began to whisper down from the ground, he looked up at it with a groan.

"Speech"

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