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Loki and Ananse were growing quickly. Terra let them out of the den, watching joyfully as they tumbled about, playing their games. Occasionally she joined in, yapping happily, or separating them when the play got too rough. It was a happy time for her. Loki and Ananse eventually tuckered out, Terra gently nudging both pups back into the den. The log that secured them was pushed in front, and the restless coyote was off, tail swaying. Her steps were high as she flew over the land, moving until she reached the amphitheater. Not a place she could say she loved after what had happened. The clearing where she practiced magic was more to her taste.
Terra's protests had been silenced with Vigilante's command, but the hysterics of the one female had startled her deeply. She didn't have a clue what to think of that. Silently she slipped through the rows, wondering what changes this one that the alpha trusted would bring. An echoing voice rang through the theater, Terra's head popping out. There she was! The very one she'd just been thinking about. The coyote would have come right out, but a trick came to her mind instead. Smiling she lowered back down, running swiftly through the seats to another place further back.
There's many things you don't know. Perhaps asking the question out loud would work better. Terra's voice projected through the theater, using it's shape to send it bouncing around. The sly female ducked down again, quickly running to change positions to another place, hopefully without getting caught. I for one, am curious about the one on the stage. Head down, run, and a leap into the front row. What is her story? What brings her to an empty stage?
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Loki and Ananse were growing quickly. Terra let them out of the den, watching joyfully as they tumbled about, playing their games. Occasionally she joined in, yapping happily, or separating them when the play got too rough. It was a happy time for her. Loki and Ananse eventually tuckered out, Terra gently nudging both pups back into the den. The log that secured them was pushed in front, and the restless coyote was off, tail swaying. Her steps were high as she flew over the land, moving until she reached the amphitheater. Not a place she could say she loved after what had happened. The clearing where she practiced magic was more to her taste.
Terra's protests had been silenced with Vigilante's command, but the hysterics of the one female had startled her deeply. She didn't have a clue what to think of that. Silently she slipped through the rows, wondering what changes this one that the alpha trusted would bring. An echoing voice rang through the theater, Terra's head popping out. There she was! The very one she'd just been thinking about. The coyote would have come right out, but a trick came to her mind instead. Smiling she lowered back down, running swiftly through the seats to another place further back.
There's many things you don't know. Perhaps asking the question out loud would work better. Terra's voice projected through the theater, using it's shape to send it bouncing around. The sly female ducked down again, quickly running to change positions to another place, hopefully without getting caught. I for one, am curious about the one on the stage. Head down, run, and a leap into the front row. What is her story? What brings her to an empty stage?
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