season of mists and mellow fruitfulness
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WC: 3+

A howl came though the lands, waking the tripod from his sleep; he was up all night again once again falling in love with the night. The mistress of the night and him where in a very deep relationship, it only grew deeper and deeper as the nights passed and the male spent more time wrapped up in her black shimmering cloak. The silver scared beast lifted his head, with a sleepy yawn looking around as he smacked his lips together. If there was a call for the member to rally demand or not the silver male wanted to show good faith in the pack and be there. It had been hard for the two packs; Saul had been a great role model he had gone out of his way to make each member feel welcomed with in the pack. The silver made stood up, shaking his coat trying to wake him-self up. The tripod hopped out of his little sweet home, as he stumbled out of the house and made his way to where he had heard the call come from. Seeing the male sitting there Noah smiled to the male, as he looked around, it was clear he had a reason for all of these fallen logs put together like they were sets for someone sit upon. Noah found him-self one bowing his head to all of the members of the pack that where already gathered with a smile, before he walked over to the set that he found, sitting down and somewhat stretching out, as the male waited for the other members to come to the gathering, the male found it hard to sit still, he was excited to see the first official turn out for the pack since they last parted in agreeing to call these lands home.


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