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She thought she would feel tired by now – drenched, cold and weak with hunger … but the female stood against her word and forced herself through the rain, guiding the two wolves behind her. All scents were washed away now and a lone wolf wouldn’t have been able to even scent a pack in the area, but the grey wolf knew well where her home lay. It seemed as if she had just stepped over the border this morning, which she had. Wandering the beach for hours and even days (spread apart of course) was a habit of the young girl. This day happened to be special for she had found friends. Looking back again, metallic colored irises searched the gloom for Yuki and BIOS. Finding their dark shapes, she let out the breath she had held in fear and continued.
Beautiful pine trees began looming up beside the three as they approached Cour Des Miracles border. Ever breathed in the familiar fragrance and resisted the urge to run. They gained quietly and cautiously. The silver furred female realized how much danger she could be in, bringing two loners into the territory. As soon as the border was behind them, she shot into the tree’s and raised her maw, a howl quivering through her lips. Though the wind whipped and lashed, roaring across the land, the howl carried for miles until it reached the destined ears … Rurik Russo.
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