take hold of your convictions.

Conor Soul · 10-01-2010, 04:44 AM

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The howl was a stranger’s, but even so the young leader made his way towards the outskirts of Dahlia de Mai’s large territory. Had it not specifically been calling out for him, he might have taken his time getting there, but as the request was specific, he made haste as he executed the distance between himself and the pack borders. His curiosity was already rocketing, as it usually did when he had no way of knowing what the matter was. White tipped tail waved elegantly behind his four legged, natural form, and the serene calm within his face seemed impenetrable. Though he was not arrogant, he believed that he was more mature than his young age suggested. He had been forced to grow up and had been stripped for a happy childhood, but had turned into something good regardless.

The white female was indeed a stranger, but only a moment after he realized that she was not. It was Claudius’ mother, and he drew a sharp inhale as he thought about the light gray male. How long had it been since he had last seen the nervous boy? What was her name? His mind worked heavily in pursuit of the white woman’s name, but he found nothing. ”Hello,” he warmly greeted nevertheless, and he wanted to at least let her know that he did recognize her despite the amount of time that had passed since the last time he had visited Claudius. ”How is Claudius?” It was a shame that he had allowed their short friendship to die. Perhaps this was something that could still be amended if he put effort into it.

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