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Plague moved through the wilds with ease. Weaving through the trees with calculated pad falls and flowing alabaster fur. Forest green eyes were nearly hidden by slanted lids. The hefty adolescent was mindful of his breathing as he moved. For such a large Wolf for his age Plague had good endurance. He was not the fastest runner like a true scout would be but he was good at keeping a quick pace for a long time. His goals were to get acclimated to many sorts of biomes and to imporve his stamina with physical exercise.

As the male neared the Shrine he slowed his steps. After a good patrol and an exhilarating exercise he desired nothing more then a drink and a short rest. As paws hit the earth his abdomen pressed inward and outward quickly. But, his breathing seemed to be well under control for someone who had just ran for as long as he did. His jaws were parted to take in the scents around him, quickly realizing her should be alone for at least a few moments. Plague moved towards the pool, shaking out his fur in the mean time.