silver lillies on a iron pool

*Silverback* · 08-13-2013, 05:00 PM

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"Glaciem," Silverback repeated. "The name is oddly familiar. My birthland is here in the north, and my territory, before I left it, was nestled among the mountain range that is beyond the snowfalls - overlooking the great northern lake. There was a pack who lived in the lands bellow." She'd nearly had her head ripped off by a mottled grey male with yellow eyes, a torn ear, and no tail. Not her proudest moment, and certainly not one she chose to mention. But all the same, she was curious about this pack. "Perhaps..." she halted, seeming to count her words. "Perhaps this ?king? of yours would allow me to pay the lands a visit? I dare not promise that I would stay though.? As if she needed permission from any canine, particularly some mock turtle 'king' who at best was just a rat among mice, but ?when in Rome..? as the saying goes. She could always creep around unnoticed, but if she was truly curious enough to learn about how these mobs of mongrels worked, then permission would be the smoothest route. Even so she would keep to the outskirts, and not allow too many of the walking flea-bags to approach her at a time. She could always cute throats later should the situation prove dangerous.

Silverback, had a bit of a fear of crowds. The strength of a pack was the one real advantage a wolf had over a powerful creature like her. She?d watched a party of those old pack wolves take down a raging bear once. Not something she wanted to put herself in the middle of. But she had enough confidence and enough curiosity to risk a little something to learn more. This wolf had intrigued her with her offer, and even if it was not something she could totally accept in reality, she would be a fool to leave it dusty in the gutter.

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