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Pripyat Soul · 08-31-2011, 03:13 AM

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The sound was both familiar and welcome. Often the voice would call for him and always he would answer. Every so often it took the slate colored male some time to answer, but always he would answer. Sometimes he threw his head back and called back sentimentally, a mournful call if he wasn't close enough to come running . More often though his paw reacted before his brain had time to. Whether Pripyat found himself as a lupus or a optime he found himself moving towards the source of the call, and that was exactly as he found himself now.

Not too far off to begin with, Pripyat quickly found himself traveling up the shoreline. That Arye would call for him from such a location did not surprise the boy, they often spent their free time drinking in the waves and soaking in the shoreline-sun. When he heavy paw sunk into pliable sand the boy felt at home and though the resistance of the soil was greater, so was his speed. Quickly he found himself coming upon her.

Yet it was just not her that he found. Looming above and out past the distance of the girl that he spent day and night thinking of was a tall circular structure, not unlike the one he was born into. That he had never come across such a location before was both exhilarating and exciting. The lad had spent so much time scouring the east of the pack lands, trying to find a suitable home for Arye and he, and never did he come this far along the shore. He should have though. As gendo he spent a fair amount of time outside their boundaries, but not enough, for he preferred to lay himself down beside the creamy girl when he slept. This too contributed to him not quite fully exploring the pack lands, but never could he resent her. Instead he merely approached with a warm smile and a slow slide of him muzzle along her own followed by his cheery and boyish. "Hey." As if he did not notice the shadow cast by the cylinder structure above the two.

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