
Posted by Wintermoon on December 3, 2006, 7:58 pm
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What luck. Wintermoon had just heard the news through the proverbial grapevine, and she had a feeling that it might make things easier for her uncle's cause.
The small, silver-tipped, black shewolf pranced into the packlands, looking about for her past acquaintance, Tayen, now master of the pack, it seemed. Wintermoon hoped that the friendly bond she had began to form with Tayen during their last meeting would help bring the wolf over to her side. Lestat needed all the allies he could get.
"Tayen, are you here?" she called, her voice light and amiable.
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