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Oh, yea he was the man! Blunt claws and scraping white paws pulled the soon-to-be yearling onto the icy platform of a wondrous winter island. Aksel shoot out his coat. Shame he had to swim to get there though. The young male had been out the past month seeking his own fortune and getting to know himself with out his family hovering around. He was sure his father was probaby worried and probably his sisters too but the young male didn't care. It wasn't like he was gone that long and besides this was what boys were supposed to do right?


Aksel moved across the frost kissed island with a spring in his step and a swagger in his hips. Confidence shown in the way his elegant form moved. If he was completely honest with himself, it was good to be back! It was then that something caught the young male's attention. The familiar scent of one of his sisters. No way?


Aksel grinned and moved silently toward the source of the scent where he found his sister gnawing on a rabbit. She'd grown well and?. wait a minute. Sharp eyes glided over his sisters form as his sharp mind analyzed her build as one might an opponent they were about to face. NO FAIR?. was she TALLER than him? Aksel's mouth tugged into a little pout. That was so not cool?


A sudden grin spread across his maw as he ducked back behind the snow drift he'd been using as cover. Quietly, he turned and with a might kick from his back legs he kicked an apple-sized snowball right at his sister.

"Speech"

Will you recognize me, When I lose another friend?
Will you learn to leave me? Oh, give me one more try again.