12-12-2007, 03:43 PM
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indentThree days ago, he had been hunting in the moaning wood. The hide he had gathered from his process had suffered a few difficulties, but he had wound up with a small amount of leather—not enough to be used for much else then bags or small items. For that, he needed sinew and needles. It had taken him two days to find those objects in the city, and the male was making his way back home when that peculiar salty-sea smell caught his attention. It was Inferni (of this he had no doubt) but it was not his son, or the girl he had run into not all that long ago. Turning his trail, the red-eyed male went looking for the source.
indent Soon enough, he found the culprit. A small gray coyote, sitting in the cold. Moving through the snow, Ahren called out. “You looking for someone, kid?” While he was no longer involved in the politics of this place, he understood how things worked—and how one child was in more danger then he or she might even begin to guess.
indent Soon enough, he found the culprit. A small gray coyote, sitting in the cold. Moving through the snow, Ahren called out. “You looking for someone, kid?” While he was no longer involved in the politics of this place, he understood how things worked—and how one child was in more danger then he or she might even begin to guess.