11-02-2007, 11:39 PM
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For Kansas. <3 Dated November 1. _____ It was November, and to what avail? There was no snow and it wasn't all that cold yet. Of course, Icarus didn't know about snow yet or that the ground would turn completely white, but he was expecting something new. He had lived for a few different months now without deciding there would be something distinguishably noticeable at the beginning of each, but today he had it in his little head that when he stepped outside the world would be turned upside down. But no. Nothing. _____ Except Pilot. The white wolf was rounding the border's edge again, and off he went to carry out his duties. Considering his own den was close by, he often stopped by the Phoenix' den to make sure all was well. After poking around, he had clearly set off. And as the small dark brown whelp stumbled outside into the morning light, he saw the while colored furher slip off into the distance. _____ So, there was nothing considerably different outside, but that didn't mean the pup was discouraged entirely. He was going to find something, no matter how small. Maybe it would be a tree with a few less leaves or dark patches of green grass turned brown. Whatever it was, the pup was going to find it sooner or later.  |