Refugees on the mountain

[Skoll]

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Here you go guys. The meeting of bulk of our future pack! Eight feet of scarred, yellow-furred werewolf walked briskly over a shallower portion of the mountain pass. Though these mountains had been quite daunting from the other side, having been stripped bare of life by landslides, and then blackened horribly by falling ash and coated carbon, having scaled them Skoll found them to be quite lush. He had carried Phoenix until he found a safe and sheltered place to set him down so that they could both rest. When Phoenix had awoken, he had told Skoll to move on without him, that he could take care of himself better without so much smoke in the air. Skoll still went back to check on his condition frequently, but otherwise left the bigger wolf to recover while he himself explored the area for other survivors. Now for finding those survivors. Many wolves had crossed over the low parts of the mountains, and now it was crucial that they reorganize, both to assist wolves with families in finding their loved ones as well as to construct an improvised social group that could take care of itself in the interval between now and the future. Skoll scented the wind, hoping to find someone. The subtle traces of other wolves were by and large muddled, so many wolves coming over the mountain range, many of them he had never met before, and soon he surrendered the attempt, deciding it could not avail him to try and track people down individually. Besides, there was a faster way. Skoll let out a howl, a sonic beacon that cut through the uncertainty of the fire's aftermath. Hopefully someone would answer his call with one of their own, and a few of the Bleeding Souls refugees would find one another. ~The lyrics are from the best song ever written.

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