Two of a kind.

[Slaying the Dreamer]

[html]Slay yawned as he awoke, slowly and deeply. The air was a comfortable cool temperature, perfect for his thick fluffy coat. The arctic wolf lay on the crunchy bed of leaves, glaring in a disoriented stupor at the swirl of bright colours. Then realization dawned; he was buried under leaves that had fallen atop him during his slumber. Shaking vigorously and rising to his paws, the rather lazy canine began to stretch his forelegs, letting his eyes stay comfortably shut. It was during this relaxed ritual that he heard the howl. Immediately Slay felt his tail give a wag, and a smile eased its way onto his muzzle - that was no wolf at the borders. Before anyone else in the pack came to greet him, Slay called out a response, deep tones soaring above the fall winds.

It wasn't a long walk before he spotted the dog, obediently waiting at the edge of the pack's land. What was his name again? The friendly husky that he had chatted with some time ago, before he himself had gone into hiding. It started with an "L", Slay thought, looking over the friend he had made. There were no visible scars or wounds since they'd last met - a good sign, that he hadn't been persecuted at all for his fur or markings. Wolves in these parts were funny - they could hate coyotes and welcome dogs in the same wag of their tail, regardless of the similarity in their appearances. It was funnier still, though, that they could walk upright in the two-legger form. Well, Slay reasoned, it must not be a dog thing, because Leland here isn't doing it yet, and neither am - Leland! That's right!

"Leland, mate, how've you been? How's life treating you? Still single and packless, eh, you're not trying hard enough - do I have to set you up with my packmates, now? Heheh, good to see you in one piece," Slay chucked with a grin, padding the final distance between them and nudging him playfully.


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