Posted by Fierro on May 19, 2009, 2:11 pm, in reply to "x//XReally.NowX\\x"
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Neon blue paws padded at a quick jog, matching colored eyes alert as they scanned the area. Deaf ears limply stuck out at odd angles. It was a cold morning, but mornings were the best time to hunt hare. With the young black wolf's leggy and lean build, it was his favorite sport. Rivers, of course, were a great place for hunting due to the fact that animals needed to frequent a water supply. So that's what placed Fierro here, fresh hare in mouth, and startled as he happened upon a stranger.
She looked dead, was his first thought. Though, he'd never heard words before and so never learned language; therefore he thought in some form of gibberish, though the point was still made. Fierro dropped the hare and inched closer to inspect, neon blue eye raking over the boney ribs and silent body. He showed no opposition to the fact that she was dead. Death happened and Barmecide had made it clear that it was natural even if it was caused by anger. The lithe black brute lifted a neon blue forepaw and gently prodded the otherwise seemingly dead she-wolf.
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