[m]Concious Fists
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Rurik glanced over his shoulder uneasily as the man followed him, and saw for the first time how must larger, or taller at least, the man was than him. Just from that glance he could see that there was at least a 2 foot difference in their heights, with Rurik on the bad end of that stick. He quickly looked back forward and began devising a plan to get back into the lands. As he was walking he glanced off to his left and not too far off he could see a very large tree. Tree's were wood. Wood burned. Fire made for excellent distractions. Rurik grinned as a plan unfolded in his head, one that would probably get him skinned alive by an angry pack of wolves, but at least he would get to set something on fire first. When the man made his comment about sniffing out the pack borders, Rurik didn't respond.

He reached the border and crossed it quickly, but once he had he stopped and turned to face Shaw, being sure to keep his eyes on the ground. "Again...I am sorry for trespassing..." He hesitated for a moment, and then flipped his hood onto his head, turned, and walked away.


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