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*Valentine* · (This post was last modified: 03-27-2016, 08:12 PM by Valentine.)

It had been quite some time since he'd spent any measurable amount of time in this particular territory. Valentine had been a yearling then. He'd found a stranded wolverine cub sitting atop a dead something or other in the middle of a tar pit. Much to Valentine's annoyance the cub had followed him around for awhile, but eventually the critter had grown brazen enough to go it alone. The cub's ventures away had gradually increased until one day he simply hadn't returned. By that time the brute had (begrudgingly) grown attached to him and while he'd never mentioned it to anyone, he'd missed the scrappy little guy.

After pausing beside one of the pits Valentine's gaze lifted to rove around him. Perhaps the creatures that frequented this place were getting wiser. There were a lot less dead and dying things floundering around in the pits than the last time he was here. The territory was still dotted here and there with carcasses and the air was as feted as he remembered, but there were no, as far as he could see, baleful eyes staring up at him from any of the nearby pits.

Valentine wandered a few steps away to pick up a stick. He then wandered back and poked the end of the stick into the tar. After stirring it around a bit he lifted it free, the action taking a surprising amount of effort, and absentmindedly watched the thick substance dribble back into the pit.

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