Weaving a story of pity

[Dawali Amara]

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Short! sorry >> The decisive stride was broken as a voice, barely audible, spoke to his left, a six or seven yards away. Dawali stopped in his tracks, turned in the voice's direction, and swung the torch to light up in front of him. Three steps forward, and his eyes peered into the darkness. There was something there, quite light... His nose told him it was male, was it Lannen? Lannen's furs were white, and he'd stumbled across him in the evening before. Surely Lannen would have called out, though, with this torch in his hand it wasn't exactly hard to see Dawali. The male did not smell of Lannen either, so obviously it was someone else. He smelled of AniWaya, so Ayegali must have let another new person in. There weren't that many light-pelted males in this tribe, nor light-pelted wolves in general. As he stood there, trying to make out what he was staring at, Dawali spoke out, attempting contact. Why was he seeming to hide? Who's there? No matter how he swung his head he couldn't make out what was there some now 6 yards away. Hesitantly the male took another step forward and called out again. My name is Dawali, who are you?

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