We have to stop meeting like this!

*Gitan* · 10-16-2014, 01:06 AM

Putain! Gitan winced, swearing under his breath as he lifted his sore leg. Up ahead the falls tumbled on, pounding and reminding him of why he originally hated them. Limping across the pack borders the man paused, left forepaw lifted in the air as he avoided putting weight on it. Bracing himself he tilted his head back calling for his family, certain that they would have returned to the pack lands by now, the storm had let up after all.
Settling himself uncomfortably upon his haunches he waited, all too aware of how he looked; dried mud caked into his untended pelt. The man sighed dropping his gaze from his searching for a moment. This was the second time in a short period of time he had disappeared on them, the guilt of that was weighing heavily upon his mind.

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