sweet little Words of Therapy
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Sankor hadn't expected to be spending his time today chasing after some ghost across the packlands but that was just what he was up to. Breathing heavily the male threw himself into the chase, not believing that the woman could really be dangerous but he was rather curious how and why she'd just bolted right past their borders like she owned the place.. or like she was running like the hell hounds were on her trail.

Suddenly it wasa flurry of birds about him as he followed the woman through the meadow, the feathers flying as the fowl made their comments on just what they thought of the crash course through their home. He shook his head and went on, catching up to the woman slowly. He wished that she would just slow down so he could figure out what all was going on. Woman, why did they have to make things so much harder than need be!

Almost instantly it seemed that she had changed her mind as he realized that the woman had stopped dead in her tracks. Still going at top speed the male tried to pull up to keep from running the woman over. Instead he ended up going beyond the woman and forced to turn around and come trotting back to where she stood. Panting as he shook a few feathers from his pelt the male offered her a grin and a name. "Hi. I'm Sankor.." He felt sortof stupid now having caught up with the woman and now not knowing what in the world to say.

Chuckling to himself at his foolishness he spoke up finally, finding atleast something to say. "You.. gave me quite a run there.."


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