".. doth from my senses take all feeling."
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For moments, he had let his voice echo dismally across the plain. Closing his muzzle he sat and waited patiently allowing the thought of a brave warrior approaching him play through his wild imagination. A sudden realization struck him. What exactly was it that he had to do to join the Dahlia de Mai pack? Act polite, submit, and show that he had purpose. That was all he'd known. Proper etiquette was key in this situation. The wolf dug his claws into the earth in anticipation.

A voice struck him off guard, and he turned in the direction it had came from. His eyes became instantaneously downcast after taking a glimpse of the figure before him. In an attempt to keep his voice steady, yet not assertive, he replied with a nod. "I traveled here in hope to join your pack." Tempest had become submissive before the other male, his head slightly down, ears half-pinned backward and tail tight between his legs that tried ever so hard not to quiver. Not knowing what else to put into notion, he patiently waited for a reply and allowed his mind to wander further into the wonders of the Dahlia de Mai wolf pack.


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