02-01-2008, 11:57 AM
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Noise, the instinctual sense of something gone, and Tristan soon found the cause of the commotion. The majority of the pack, the majority he did not know, was gathered around the body of a female he had not so long ago found a friend in. Tristan remained behind the crowd, silent, and after a moment turned and left. This family was not his—he felt, even now, a definitive wall. As an outsider, he had no right to insert himself in this private affair.
Noise, the instinctual sense of something gone, and Tristan soon found the cause of the commotion. The majority of the pack, the majority he did not know, was gathered around the body of a female he had not so long ago found a friend in. Tristan remained behind the crowd, silent, and after a moment turned and left. This family was not his—he felt, even now, a definitive wall. As an outsider, he had no right to insert himself in this private affair.