Clean Your Teeth With Sasparilla

*Hárekr* · 01-02-2016, 08:59 PM

GOT AN ANGEL ON MY SHOULDER
But the devil always won...

Jaws latched delicately over the pine fronds that peeked above the still frozen lake. Hárekr chewed at them playfully. Funny frozen trees. He skittered across the ice, building up momentum then sitting on his butt and seeing how far he could slide before running into a tree top. What an odd little place! Scrambling back to his paws he moved on to the next tree, attacking it then backing off only to strike again. Hárekr's focus was scattered and his wandering spirit pulling him into new areas of the North. He knew he should probably be scouting down near other packs and assessing them but he just loved the norther territories so much and he still hadn't explored all of them yet.

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