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Posted by Niwah on February 2, 2008, 11:39 pm
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Although it was clear that she would miss the water, she had never formed ties with neither alpha nor inhabitants. The wind brought forth the stale scents of a struggle, a heavy amount of blood spilled and mingling smells. Niwah's nose wrinkled lightly at the onslaught of scents as she stood at a rather confused border, tail flicking unsurely. The petite grey wolf was unsure whether or not Frollo had been the victor, as the dominating scent was of blood, which mixed with the smell of the old alpha, Frollo, and an unknown wolf.
Curiousity compelled her to move forth, but fear's ponderous body weighed her down. Her close friend Otaktay was elsewhere, and Niwah knew her only protection was her many blessings and her ability to negotiate her way out of danger. If she would need to do so, she had no clue, yet didn't want to in the least. Either way, the small wolf highly disliked surprises, and hoped her friend had been the victor of whatever fate befell this pack. She lifted her muzzle, releasing a somewhat feeble howl, which grew stronger as she became positive as to whom she was calling for.
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