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Seer-ee-us
11-29-2020, 08:31 PM
Sunder was having a bit of a panic. His first winter in Boreas had been the single most miserable season of his life. He never wanted to do that again. And yet, inevitably, it was going to happen again. For that reason he was doing everything in his power to be ready. He saved the hide from every kill he made as well as every abandoned one he ran across. Last winter had been frigid and he'd feared for his toes. This time he was determined to be warm.
There had been one hitch in his plan, however. The naked dog had planned on waiting out the winter in the hot springs. For that reason he'd made himself a nice little den and stored all of his goods there. Sadly, a pack had moved in and, fearing the reaction of wolves, he'd decided to sneak out rather than press his luck with an introduction. Wolves so far had been a mixed bag for him. Some, like the first he'd met, were kind. Others fearing he might be ill, shunned him while yet others found his differences to be worthy of their derision. This last reaction had made him a little wary.
So, he was back to square one. He had no stores, no furs, and no plan except to acquire all of those things again. But as was characteristic for the dog, he didn't fear a challenge and was in good spirits as he loped away from the new pack's borders and into the heart of the Mangroves. He'd lingered for awhile trying to decide if he could sneak in and get his things and today was the day he gave up on them. He would head west and see what those lands had to offer.
There had been one hitch in his plan, however. The naked dog had planned on waiting out the winter in the hot springs. For that reason he'd made himself a nice little den and stored all of his goods there. Sadly, a pack had moved in and, fearing the reaction of wolves, he'd decided to sneak out rather than press his luck with an introduction. Wolves so far had been a mixed bag for him. Some, like the first he'd met, were kind. Others fearing he might be ill, shunned him while yet others found his differences to be worthy of their derision. This last reaction had made him a little wary.
So, he was back to square one. He had no stores, no furs, and no plan except to acquire all of those things again. But as was characteristic for the dog, he didn't fear a challenge and was in good spirits as he loped away from the new pack's borders and into the heart of the Mangroves. He'd lingered for awhile trying to decide if he could sneak in and get his things and today was the day he gave up on them. He would head west and see what those lands had to offer.
