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09-06-2014, 04:49 PM
He carried himself with a rare seen confidence, paws gracefully touching unfamiliar lands. The brave boy had decided to leave the confines of his home and take care of a certain duty that day. After explaining his plans to his mother, whom remained at home with Arivae and Garthinaw, he set off with a full stomach and a bright-eyed disposition. He hadn't left Sawtooth in so long, but now he needed to make his groundwork for his pack's future. As he came upon the rumored territory belonging to a pack, he remained on the outside of the border. He shook himself all over, groomed his fur, and then tossed back his head to emit a low howl. Silver and gold eyes closed as his song rose into the air for anyone to hear. He intended on gaining the attention of the pack's ruler, and hoped that he - or she - would respond accordingly. Dhiren gave a soft wag of his tail as his call faded and his gaze swept the nearby woods. Who knew what the ruler of this pack looked or acted like. "Speech" Lineart courtesy of Kaylink on dA - Character belongs to Wynn |
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