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[html]  ooc: Private for Anselm, if possible.
The rain was really starting to come down now, and he jumped with each lightning strike and clap of thunder. He hated this--the storms, the rain...getting wet. But he'd decided that he was going to leave Shadowed Sun for good today, and Sirius never went back on things that he'd already decided upon doing. His irrational fear of thunderstorms was put on the back burner as he travelled closer to the borderline, dark green eyes blinking as raindrops hit his nose and bounced back at them.
The golden hybrid had gotten a little bigger over the two months that he'd been out of the den, out of Twilight Vale, but not by very much. He and his brother had been born prematurely, so he would always be quite a bit smaller than normal wolves or coyotes. A particularly loud hit of thunder made him start and the fear took over, his legs acting of their own accord. He could see the treeline up ahead. But as he got closer the smells got stronger, even with the rain--the scent of the coyotes--and he stopped in his tracks, sliding to a halt. He wanted so badly to enter the treeline and get out of the rain, but he didn't know what would happen to him if he went inside without asking permission first. So instead he sat down in the grass, shivering.
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