08-19-2009, 10:51 AM
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The scent had been unfamiliar—one that he recognized only because it had been reoccurring. Aside from that, there were no tell-tale signs. “Aside from Haku and that dumbass from Phoenix Valley, we haven’t had any problems,” he answered Anselm, and shook his neck. The tall grass had managed to dampen his coat in the short time it had taken to reach them. More then likely, that explained how their unwelcomed visitor managed to elude the entire clan. Gabriel returned the nuzzle with a shoulder-bump, and followed his mother’s gaze towards the forest. He turned and advanced, lowering his muzzle towards the ground. The scent was fresh, though worn from the rain. A gray-white tuft of fur was stuck to the root, where it had presumably fallen. Above this was a section of bark that had been clawed, and stunk of the stranger. A snarl ripped through Gabriel’s body, and his fur stood on end. Without a secondary thought he rose and clawed over the marking, covering its scent with his own. |