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Post by Kismet//Accalia on May 5, 2008 17:38:13 GMT -5
A white wolf walked besides the lake. His golden eyes shined in the moonlight. The wolf had just finished a long trip to the top of the mountain and back here. Why had he gone up to the mountain? Well, one would have to ask him that. Although he really wasn't in the mood to talk. He started to run, trying to avoid meeting any other wolves.
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Post by Sivoncé™ on May 22, 2008 17:53:05 GMT -5
Lyell, in his desperate hunt for prey to bring home to his new family, and the pack in general, has crossed into loner terrritories and the areas around the Twilight Lake. To his genuine suprise, he had no trouble hunting here. He took care not to bring too much back at one time;; he wasn't sure if Light would approve of his actions, but he knew the pack needed this food. He would cause greater trouble if he went into the nearby Destinian terras. Hopefully he could go unnoticed here.
He was startled to scent a familiar aroma on the wind;; the taste of an old packmate, perhaps? On the lakeside, he spotted the blurred figure of a white wolf, and instantly, he was sure. "Axle?" He called, still slightly skeptic.
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