
Posted by WindRacer on January 22, 2007, 5:05 pm The wolf-dog snorted softly before laying his head upon his paws. He had gone to Traydon as requested, only to find the fight over almost as soon as he arrived. Having been useless there, it seemed perhaps the same fate awaited him here...but nonetheless, he remained at the border, waiting in case something happened. After all, after the arguement with his sister and his brother off sulking somewhere, WindRacer didn't really have anywhere else to go.
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He walked in silence along the pack boundary, returning to the place he had rested before leaving for Traydon, and settling once more to the ground. There, he turned his gaze inward, along with the rest of his senses, and though he caught faint traces of the scent of blood, there was nothing...no sound, smell or sight...that spoke of terrible battles waged here. Apparently, either the pack had been spared, or the battle was yet to come.
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