12-12-2007, 05:10 PM
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indent The boy, with his red-bleeding-into-blue eyes, knew his name. A faint smile crossed over his face. Of course—Gabriel didn’t trust Laruku and had given him up as protection. It was smart of him, that clever boy. Even Ahren did not trust his red-eyed friend, not when he was showing his teeth and laughing through his eyes. The snow had compressed under his feet, leaving a trail behind him, masking the fact his once white fur had become dusty gray-brown with time. “I haven’t seen either today,” he said, one hand trailing to his pouch. “Though if you want we can look for them.” Putting the cigarette to his mouth, the wolf shrugged, striking flame.