01-11-2010, 11:43 PM
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Artemis heard the call, reverberating throughout the Valley, and dropped from his convenient perch in a nearby oak tree, careful to not disturb the birds that he had been drawing. He dusted the snow off his tail, and promptly hightailed it to where the rest of the pack was meeting. It was rather disconcerting, seeing the entire pack gathered at one place, but then he assumed it was something extremely important.
When he heard that two of the nearby packs were now at war, Artemis shuddered. The white male had never particularly cared for war, and this was no exception. Being an artist, he knew that he couldn't do much to help the cause, unless he could get one of the other wolves to teach him how to fight. Who knew, maybe artists' hands could actually do some damage to other than a piece of parchment?
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Artemis heard the call, reverberating throughout the Valley, and dropped from his convenient perch in a nearby oak tree, careful to not disturb the birds that he had been drawing. He dusted the snow off his tail, and promptly hightailed it to where the rest of the pack was meeting. It was rather disconcerting, seeing the entire pack gathered at one place, but then he assumed it was something extremely important.
When he heard that two of the nearby packs were now at war, Artemis shuddered. The white male had never particularly cared for war, and this was no exception. Being an artist, he knew that he couldn't do much to help the cause, unless he could get one of the other wolves to teach him how to fight. Who knew, maybe artists' hands could actually do some damage to other than a piece of parchment?
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