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ooc: Sorry. I've had.... personal issues to say the least.

Once he had voiced his question, Moose saw surprise light the fey's face. Apparently he had asked a stupid question. However, as far as he was concerned, it wasn't stupid to him. She spoke of blood lines as if it were a common occurence. Moose had, of course, noticed it was a rather common thing here.

Things were so different here in this land of anthromorphed wolves. He was more accustomed to wolves on all fours with two legged wolves being nothing more than legend. These same stories had been passed on from generation to generation in his homeland, tales speaking of wolves of superior size and strength, but in all his travels, this was his first experience with it.

Nay, Ah kinnae change. Ah've ne'er met a shif'er... until Ah came 'ere. 'Twas naught boot legends in mah ol' lands.

The wild was slightly uncomfortable, not used to being so unsimilar to those around him. Moose allowed his thoughts to wander. What if he one day gained this ability? He felt old, but this new experience made him feel like a yearling before his first hunt.


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