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PROZACSThe sun was hiding, in his place the Mother Moon shining above like a beacon. The reflected light from the sun lit the world, dim in comparison but somehow much more stark, much more beautiful. The Yawrah River was awash in its pale light, glowing with an aura of white and ringed with black. It was calm this time of year; the winter months, while moving in steadily for the kill, hadn't quite hit yet, and the river flowed along smoothly, gracefully like a dancer. The wolf walked its banks, tall and athletic shifted. His fur was rough and spiky, and his scars weren't quite hidden in the semi-dark. He didn't move smoothly like the water did; there was a slight limp to his steady gait, one that would likely never quite heal. His leg had been broken in the same place twice in less than a year. Arthritis would probably set in early. It was too soon to think about these things, though.
PROZACSIn all his years coming and going from Bleeding Souls, Tsunami had never visited that island in the middle of the river, in the middle of the territory. Most of the time, he'd had a damn good reason for that. As a child, the water had rushed fast enough to easily wash him away. As a young adult, the body of the first man he'd murdered -- lover teacher master -- had been rotting in the middle of it and he had refused to go near. Since then, it had mostly been inconvenient. Children, family, a lost pack and a new lover falling apart -- nothing you can do, ha ha -- had distracted him. There were probably many places he had never visited, realistically. Many things he had never seen.
PROZACSIt was something to do. Moving through the slow-flowing river was easy, and it was narrow here. The trees cut through the sky before him, blocking some of the moonlight, but he could still see the fish darting past him. If he had been hungry, one might have died. Reaching the shore, Tsunami rolled his shoulders and yawned, gazing at the moon absently, quietly. This place felt odd, a little, out of place. There was so much on his mind, he barely noticed the faint flash in the corner of his eye, and when he did, he was all too ready to dismiss it as nothing. It had been a long, long time.
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