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Aurèle Aston · 04-13-2010, 08:34 PM

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As a note, mommy will be joining this thread later on.

Of all the places that his mother could have taken him, it had to be here. It had to be a pack full of weird people that all looked funny and practiced bizarre ceremonies and talked to animals. Animals not unlike the crow that followed his mother around, but that bird didn’t talk. That he understood, because crows usually hung around wolves, and it made sense. But a cougar? That was ridiculous. On top of this, he had realized that everyone here was either old like his mom or really young or related to him. He didn’t want to hang out with his stupid cousins, especially after his mom had attempted to explain them to him.

Every single time Anatole complained, his mother told him to suck it up. He did, however disgruntled, and was left to sulk alone. This was what he was doing now, trotting through the pack territory quickly. Even though he did not believe he belonged to AniWaya, he was ignorant to the terms of actual ownership. Everything to Anatole was free game. It was simply a matter of who the stronger patron was. His mother had fended off many strange wolves, and staked out a territory for the two of them over the mountain. Here would be no different; certainly, Anatole and his mother had reclaimed her den and the area around it as their own.

A peculiar scent, one that was vaguely familiar, drew his attention. Not far from him was a white wolf, one that looked to be about his age. Without a moment’s hesitation, the dark coated boy approached his cousin, head and tail high. “Hey,” he called out, his voice as equally foreign as his mother’s.

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