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*Katja the First* · (This post was last modified: 05-09-2014, 09:01 AM by Katja the First.)

Well this was interesting.

The black-masked viking watched through the trees as the young wolf threw herself around in a frenzy of running. She wasn't running from anything, nor after anything that Katja could see. Training? That could account for it, particularly for such a young wolf. That was pleasing to see - it often seemed to her that the wolves of this land grew lazy and fat from the peaceful nature of the packs here. No one raided another pack for fear of breaking the peace. Border transgressions were treated delicately... in fact everything was treated delicately. Only one or two packs seemed interested in a war-like aspect, but they were the dregs of this wolf society, outcastes that seemed to be interested only in the killing, not in the honor.

Slipping quietly closer, she waited until the pup passed closer to her to say a simple "Heil" to get her attention and see what she would do.

"Speech."

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