Ain't it Fun
10-23-2014, 11:39 AM
The man walked silently, head down to the snow. His great paws made heavy tracks. It hadn't been very long since on of these paw prints would have been the size of his head! It had been a while since he'd seen snow, since he was little more than a pup, really. He missed companionship, his Pack. When he'd scented this pack nearby, the feeling of nostalgia set in, tugging him to the borders. It was at the borders he now stood. His posture polite and formal, he tilted his ebony head back, lids closing over Brown and green eyes. The healer howled, calling for the alpha. Lowering his bead, Sage stared out into the distance, a smile on his face. "Speech," |
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