Humming the perfect lullaby
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Leland was slowly but surely becoming accustomed to the packlands. He knew the general layout of the territory and where the big points of interest were, certain member’s lodgings (though he didn’t always know the member), the barn where the horses where kept, the best fishing spot (or so Leland thought) but he hadn’t come to know all the intricate details just yet. He did not know every twist and turn in each beaten path, did not know every tree, rocks and river like he felt he should. More and more he was beginning to find a love for random wanderings of the pack lands, scouting one could say, and it was this activity that occupied the male when he found the lady up in a tree.

     Craning his neck up, bringing a hand to his head to shield mismatched eyes from the sun, Leland grinned up at the grey female, whom seemed to be drowsy up in the branches of the tree. "Aaahh, aye miss, what er ya doing up in that tree?" It was as good a greeting as any.




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