YOU'RE NORTH OF HEAVEN

The seas wine red; This is the death of beauty

this is the time and this is the place to be alive

. . .


Well the other woman still sounded sour enough, but she seemed to more or less take Champion at her word. Her words made the ex-Beta cock her head. "You don't seem that old to me," Champion murmured, running a burgundy pair of eyes over the other's frame with all the analytically clearness of a regular fighter. The other wolf was full grown - but only just. She was built and she was roughed up by travel, but she didn't look haggard. Champion had seen her slide into a defensive stance - it was obviously a well practiced move, but it had no stiffness of age. The pelt bore few obvious scars. "Hmmmm," she murmured to herself. "You've seen your share of fun, I'll warrant, but for all I can see, you could be a two year old like me." Be nice to meet someone else who'd used their few years as energetically as the northern wolf had.

When the smokey stranger gave her name, the golden girl rolled over, pillowing her belly in the drift of snow. "Champion, at yours."


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