The Last Enemy Flatlines

*Qanik* · 01-02-2014, 01:06 AM

The sturdy form of the blue-eyed wolf moved at a steady lope. White pelt rippled with each ground eating step. Ears flicked back and forth, chasing each sound that touched them. Qanik moved as though she had a destination in mind; truly she was wandering, lost in thought. Meandering aimlessly, her path taking her through the area known as Serpent Plains.

A flicker of motion warned her, the white wolf checking at the sight of the wolf silhouetted before her. She continued forward again more slowly, cautiously. She had no wish to intrude on another wolf's solitude uninvited, but curiosity tugged at her. Slow steps brought her closer to the other wolf.

Hello, was all she said, her low voice quiet but without uncertainty.

Speech,

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