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Moonfyre was wandering about in a nearby forest when the brute's song reached his ears. An invitation? An invitation to what? He stopped walking and wondered for a moment before turning swiftly, and running on his two feet. Not before long, his two feet were not getting him there fast enough, so he dropped to all fours and he felt as if he were flying now. He arrived in the town not before long and skidded to a hault before the field. Rising to his feet again, he wiped the dirt off his hands and examined the field. Nets and balls. Humanlike. Moonfyre was not fond of human like things, but this event looked quite interesting. He turned toward Liliana, he'd met with her before, and smiled at her.
The grass was green and the day was crisp. And there were others here from the pack that he hadn't met yet. This brute was unfamiliar, but he seemed to have a friendly air about him so Moonfyre refrained from becoming on edge. His hackles stayed pressed in with the rest of his fur. He wasn't in one of his moods today, so all was well. His oceanic blue eyes watched the ball float in the air for a split second before falling back into the brute's hands. Perfect day for.... a game?
Moon thinks. Moon speaks. Moon acts.
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