01-08-2008, 11:37 AM
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indent Touch was reassuring, but touch was unwelcome, unwanted. He didn’t move, but he thought of it, he thought of growling and throwing her away, but he did nothing. Quiet, still, listening. Storm again, and their new leader. It had been a curious thing that the leadership twisted and changed as much as it did. “Its south of Storm. You have to cross through the moaning wood to get there.” There wasn’t much more to explore or elaborate on, really.