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Post by Severin on Apr 11, 2013 13:12:42 GMT -5
What a sight he was. The huge, powerful wolf sat atop a formidable boulder, only inches away from the borderline of Del'Soto. His splayed tongue lolled out of his mouth in a heavy pant, clouds of frozen breath curling under his chin. He then stood, his black tail curling around his side, his large paws sending little sheets of snow sprinkling down from the boulder's sides. Beorne's chest swelled as he gathered breath for a long and mighty howl; it was a call to arms. The brown wolf planned on confronting the other packs. A member of his pack had gone missing... and he suspected the other packs for the crime. Beorne then leaped from his temporary throne, his feet landing on unclaimed territory. His bulge of muscle, mounted between his shoulder blades, swayed on the hump on his back as he steadily trotted through the dense forest. Great paw prints were made from his massive paws, leaving a thin, decorative trail behind him in the deep snow. The powerful wolf reached the River, which was slightly crusted in ice at the edges. He cocked an ear, waiting to see if any of the neighboring alphas had heard his request to join him.
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