11-25-2007, 03:04 PM
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   Like a light tower warns a wayward ship from land, so too did the white beacon of the new dog shake Skoll from his reverie. His regrets over past events currently on hold, the warrior wondered if he should go to her...she seemed troubled, as could be assumed of any dog traveling away from their packland at this hour. Deciding that she would be unpleasantly shocked to find an eight-foot-tall scarred werewolf looking at her, he announced his presence. "It seems that this is a popular locale tonight. Who can blame us for our choice, though? There is peace out here, and for my part, I would like some of it." He didn't know the female, but she had the scent of the Mountain Pack on her, affirming that she lived around here. He had dealt with enough unwanted outsiders at this point to be glad each time he caught a familiar scent...even if that scent was only the overtones of a pack, rather than the more informative scents of individual wolves. "Feel free to stay, there is more than enough atmosphere here to share." He could be a harrowing sight, so he did his best to keep his mannerisms and attitude congenial. ~The lyrics are from the best song ever written. |