The Green Mile... or one hundred miles
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Michael lowered his ears half-mast and sunk a wolfen tail down as a grey Lupus female approached him. As an extra precaution, the Secui Luperci lowered his head to make himself seem smaller in this bulky form than the distinctly leaner Lupus. Almost pitch black fur rustled in the slight wind of an Atlantic breeze as almost puppy-blue eyes stared at the greeter... though not in the face! Taking a step forward with a giant paw reminiscient of a Labrador retriever, he lowered his body a bit more before speaking in a heavy New England accent.

Ma'am, I have travelled a long way for many months to find another pack. I came from Boston, my dame and sire raised me in the old halls of America. But Boston is sinking, and my parents are no longer alive. I have been alone. In short, ma'am, I am looking for a new pack to join, and this is amazing territory here.

The Luperci kept his form lowered, waiting for a response from the wolf, or potential entry into this prime territory.


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