06-16-2008, 10:50 AM
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Cercelee had not noticed the approaching female in her frenzied search, and it was not until that the younger wolf was quite close that Cercelee froze, sensing another’s presence. At this point Cercelee had her two front limb half way down the current hole she was working on, and she stopped in mid-dig, the only parts of her body that moved were her ears which tried to spin in the directions of the other’s footsteps and her nose that twitched, trying to recognize a scent. All at once the ivory colored female burst into motion, spinning quickly, half jumping, to face the other direction, and the female that was approaching her. She landed, facing the newcomer, with a soft thud in the same that sent the soft sand up in the air in little puffs about her feet.
Cercelee wagged her tail, much like an over excited Labrador would, and had to restrain herself from play bowing at the stranger. The year and a half female knew how she appeared, wet sand sticking to her fur, acting like a fool on this beach. She was an adult for one, and a leader of a rapidly growing pack for another, how was it that she found the time or will to act this way? And what did the soot colored female before her think? If Cercelee even cared what she thought, because Cercelee found that often, if others thought her too odd or childish she normally forgot their opinion as soon as it was spoken. Life was too short to try to constantly please others. Speaking in a warm, musical voice, Cercelee was hopeful that the other only had kind words to say back to her. "Hello there, lovely day isn’t it?" Cer laughed lightly and glanced up at the overcast sky, the clouds colored a thick, ugly gray as they hung low and heavy with rain.
Table by Tammi!Cercelee wagged her tail, much like an over excited Labrador would, and had to restrain herself from play bowing at the stranger. The year and a half female knew how she appeared, wet sand sticking to her fur, acting like a fool on this beach. She was an adult for one, and a leader of a rapidly growing pack for another, how was it that she found the time or will to act this way? And what did the soot colored female before her think? If Cercelee even cared what she thought, because Cercelee found that often, if others thought her too odd or childish she normally forgot their opinion as soon as it was spoken. Life was too short to try to constantly please others. Speaking in a warm, musical voice, Cercelee was hopeful that the other only had kind words to say back to her. "Hello there, lovely day isn’t it?" Cer laughed lightly and glanced up at the overcast sky, the clouds colored a thick, ugly gray as they hung low and heavy with rain.
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