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Anatole Aston · 08-24-2012, 11:12 AM

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(311) For Skoll! Set at Rabbit Lake, early afternoon.

With hunting, one could never really be certain that they would be given an easy meal. Anatole had heard that weapons, like bows and arrows and such, could ease the burden. He was, however, a decidedly stubborn man. This was why he traveled on four legs instead of two, head low to the earth and tail even with his spine. His lope was that of the true wolf, ancient and familiar, springing each step forward and towards his goal. It had been nearly an hour and the Wapati’s trail was just going cold. Equally headstrong as he was stubborn, Anatole did not think of this as a loss and instead left the trail and veered towards something that might give a better meal.

His path took him through thick, summer-green trees, and he was glad for the shade and the added coolness of their leaves. It was still much too warm for him and he sorely looked forward to autumn (and winter). This was largely apparent due to his thick coat, which even now burdened him with extra heat. He was a creature of tundra and frost, and if not for his father’s contribution to the bloodline, one that surely would have suffered greatly in these increased temperatures.

He surprised himself by traipsing right into what had once been claimed territory. There were no borders here now, but Anatole moved with curious caution. Last time he had come near Crimson Dreams an old lady had all but attacked him. A surly frown crossed his face at the thought and was dismissed. With a huff of air he turned directly and found himself moving across the rolling hills and towards the lake. It was an overcast day and the water (while remarkably clear) reflected this grayish color. He slowed at the edge and bent to drink, ears perked and listening for intrusion.

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