08-01-2010, 09:09 AM
'Probably not' J'adore laughed. Flayra had mentioned Eden, a place of natural beauty. She reminded him of Eve, the florist of God. Flayra, florist of Nova Scotia. 'So where did you come from, before Nova Scotia?' he had wondered this ever since they had started talking. She was an Arctic wolf, he could smell that. But since '88, not only Arctic wolves, but all wolves had disspersed from their indigenous lands and found other lands. He had heard from many other wolves, the subspecies that had been around in '88, were near extinct. Because, say an Arctic wolf, left the Arctic lands and bred with a Gray wolf, their offspring would not be a purebreed, and excetra, excetra, till all purewolves were gone. That is why he marvled at Flayra, a pure Arctic wolf. 'How old are you anyway?' he asked casually, she could not be much older than one and a half. J'adore stood up and leapt from the rock. 'The night awaits us' he said as he slowly set off for border trail, an excellent place for a nighttime walk.