Sticks and Stones
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Thar u go ^^


Red was wandering around in Dampwoods, his favorite spot in the territory. It was full of trees, and trees meant safety was always close at hand. If anyone came after him, all he had to do was run up a tree and he could disappear. Sol licked his snaggletooth absentmindedly, thinking more about his last few encounters with the new wolves. They had come from over the mountains, and they had taken his forests. Well, they had also taken the mountains and plains, and the shores, but mostly he only cared if they took his forest.

Red knew it was illogical to think of it as his forest, but still, he felt almost like their guardian. And, at the moment, he looked the part as well. Draped over his shoulders was a long cloak that had twigs and leaves woven into it, on one hip was his usual handbag, and his blue-gray mane was hanging wildly in his eyes. All he needed now was a walking stick and a raven on one shoulder.



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