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Moonfyre NecroFang · 08-15-2010, 05:29 AM

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Dragging his paws, Moonfyre finally entered his dull, plain and simple hut. He managed to find a hammer and some hook looking things to nail into the wood. Now he had somewhere to hang his bag. But he wasn’t hanging anything in his wolf form, only because he couldn’t reach. He used his teeth to drag the satchel off his shoulder and dropped it to the floor. Then he used them again to pull off the flap, pull out the dirty blanket and throw it on the floor, and lastly the book in which he placed on the floor. He would get to reading that later.

Moonfyre turned toward his door and exited through the flap of leather, closing his eyes. When the cool night air hit him, he knew he was outside without needing to open his eyes. He stretched and heard about nine bones in his spine crack, yawned, and then opened his eyes to see an old looking wolf by a tree. Moonfyre reclined to his haunches by his hut and watched the old brute by the tree. He looked very frustrated and Moonfyre always was a sucker for helping the old. His brain urged him to help the old wolf and before he noticed, his paws were taking him there.

When he neared the tree, he slowed a bit and watched more. Now he was sure the ancient brute needed help. He seemed to be looking intently on the tree branch which looked a bit flimsy to Moonfyre. He approached anyway, though.

Can I help you, sir?

He always made sure he was polite to old people; especially old like this. This poor wolf looked frail and unsteady. His voice was pleasant and almost mysterious like he had a secret he was hiding from the world.

Moon thinks Moon speaks Moon acts & emphasizes

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