12-06-2007, 01:45 AM
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Fatin had told him that he would find Phasma in Storm, and it was by luck alone that he was able to come across it relatively easily. Though she had more or less pointed him in that direction, getting there did take a little time, and he was thankful not to get lost between Point A and Point B. The flat, forested plain of Storm rose like a cathedral from the ground against the glittering white, the tall trees were deprived of their leafy coats. When he had reached the border (or what he thought smelled like the border) he had slowed to a stop, his mind running wild with the stories that he had been told. Storm was only one of the packs where his mother had lived, but it was the first pack that his father and aunt had lived in. There was ever a sense of pride to be found in the heart of the Valiant son, who soon thereafter let out a howl strictly for Phasma to respond to. He hadn't seen her in what was literal ages, and he was far from the princely little brat he had been in Syemv.
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