06-13-2012, 08:41 PM
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"Are you a northerner too?" the wolf asked curiously. But Ezra already knew the answer to that; she had blood that came from deep in the arctic. She was that brilliant Northern white, with a yellowish impurity down her back. She was pretty, but definitely aged. She held herself the same way people who have suffered immense loss carried themselves. That was one thing he had in common with her.
He felt awkward at this height. She was much smaller than the imposing buckskin and Ezra was huge for the average wolf. The husky-mix flung his foot around so he could dismount from the yellow horse. "Hey, do you know where I could find some sheets around here?" Why the hell not? It would save him time searching.
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