russian roulette with no luck
01-18-2014, 02:21 AM
Slate colored legs would carry the woman over the dried bed of the lake, her search for a body of water coming up short. It was no matter however, she was adequately quenched. The beds seemed rather interesting and she decided to explore a bit further. Wolves were more easily tracked in the slight mud, and she was hopeful she would find a scent. What she would find was the slight scent of an old kill, and the far off form of a black and white wolf. Her head would tilt with curiosity as she took in the striking resemblance to her family. With slight hesitation she would attempt to bring herself closer, in hopes that she would catch sight of the wolf's left shoulder. Could this really be one of her clan? One that she so desperately searched for? Her speed would increase as she made her approach. Speech, |
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