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Heath morte dre Soul · 06-26-2010, 01:17 PM

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Oh no I’m glad you joined Big Grin !!

Heath grimaced as he looked at the thorns that he had torn off the vines and were now lodged in his skin. Such small wounds were not supposed to be so painful and yet Heath felt like stomping his foot and screaming. The mare looked up at his huffing, chewing grass and wondering why he was making such a grumby ruckus. The amber eyed male looked at his friend, glaring as she stared back with a dark and blank gaze. She cared so little, Heath thought as he scorned and huffed. But of course that wasn’t the truth. The roan mare loved him just as much as he loved her. She simply saw the lack of seriousness in the situation. He would be fine.

Just as he was picking the thorns out of his hand his ears turned to take in the approach of another. The scent told him of the one that walked behind him and the familiar smell kept him at ease. Nio’s voice made Heath turn his head, a half smile on his face. Yeah, I think so. the Marshal stood and turned to face the pale colored male. He remembered seeing the male at the cliffs and at the pack’s celebration, at Anann’s cabin, and looked at the little bird that was with him. Heath knew nothing of the other feathered companions that Niro had, and figured that it was same one that he had seen those past times.

He’s getting bigger. Heath commented with a wider grin. Lum had lost her nonchalant daze as the other male had made his appearance and walked towards the pair. She was a pushy horse, though gentle, and wished to sniff at the new wolf and that little thing that he carried. This is Lumière. Heath gave a nod at the dark faced mare who was reaching her nose out to investigate Niro.

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