It's some sort of pile[Pack Hunt]
01-28-2014, 09:16 AM
The peppered woman had already been out and about when Lova's call rang through the air. A small growl escaped her, she hated being summoned at everyone's whim. The only one that didn't bother here was the king himself, everyone else could go to hell for all she cared. Yet she still found herself trotting up to the woman who had sent out the call. Liberty she knew...or rather had seen before as she two was originally from Valhalla. It was the other, injured she-wolf that she hadn't known the name of yet recognized her from the last pack meeting. Lova she had known only because she was a dame. She would nod to Lova and lower herself onto her haunches. Her tail would curl around her and her dual colored eyes would watch the dame as she waited to hear what she had to say. As far as she was concerned her breath would simply be wasted. Speech,Thought |
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