Life Doesn't Discriminate Between The Sinners And The Saints

*Tinaro* · 07-30-2016, 03:14 AM

There were only scattered memories left in these caverns. Why he had come back, he didn't know. Oh, I remember this place! Let's go look inside! One hell of a ride down memory lane it had been. As he began to trace his scent back to the surface, feeling his fur brush against the narrow stone passageway, the nostalgia flooded his senses. He could almost catch the faint scent of the mysterious girl he had found deep down in the many chambers; the adventure that she had spun at their encounter. A small grin tugged at his lips at the thought. Tinaro, the charmer, searching for an opportunity to live on the edge. That was who he used to be. Who was he now?

The ground was damp underfoot - it must have been raining while he had carried out his subterranean explorations. Then another scent drifted to his nose, belonging to a very familiar face. What was she doing out here? He rarely caught a glimpse of his pack-mates outside of the territory. Curious, he began to scale the mountain, until his emeralds landed on an ebony and alabaster figure. Somewhat excited to see her, he jogged the rest of the way to catch up with her. He let out a short bark, tongue lolling out of his jaw. "Funny seeing you here, Raba."

"SPEAK"

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