02-24-2008, 07:26 PM
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[/html]Welcome to Storm!
Moon was in his four-legged form today. He enjoyed the feeling of the snow beneath his paws and the wind rippling through his silvery fur as he ran at top speed. He had been running around enjoying the snow drifts once again when he heard the call of a wolf at the border. The howl wasn’t demanding, rather it was questioning and cautionary. Grinning to himself, he moved of toward the borders and began to trek toward the source of the howl. Soon a tawny wolf appeared in the distance, and Moon studied his figure and stance as he approached. As he was a pack wolf, he could hold himself a little higher than a traveler. But Moon wasn’t haughty or mean when he spoke. “Not many wolves howl at the borders, you know. Some people consider it to be rude,” after a momentary pause, he took a seat near the wolf and smiled warmly. “Our pack is different, though. We are a lenient bunch. What’s your name?”
