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Posted by Chilali on May 11, 2008, 2:23 am, in reply to "±Sinister±"
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Frollo was now the pack's leader.
The wolf had taken another break from refining to the pack lands, only to return to find LZ's scent muffled beneath the smell of Frollo. She thought little of it. Frollo had always been a home-body, while Lone Zelda vanished for long intervals. The large white wolf trotted past the border, waving her tail in a casual manner as if nothing had changed from the get-go.
A small congregation was visible not too far away, and she slowed her trot, her thick-furred legs moving slowly and dull golden eyes narrowing. She stood still for a moment, her wet nose carefully catching the scents. They were strange, save for Frollo's. The gathering dismantled, and the splotch she assumed to be Frollo meandered towards a tree. Her eyes followed the two youngers for a second, tempted to follow after them and figure out who the newcomers were. They appeared young, which went hand in hand with impressionable. Chilali had never spent much time with pups, wasn't fond of the idea, but was always tempted to give it a try.
Still, it didn't seem worth it. Why was Frollo allowing them to stay in the pack? The thought hit her, and the signs suddenly joined together like puzzle peices; LZ's faded scent, Frollo's prominent one... The wolf had always had something strange on his mind. Was this it? Was this what Frollo had planned? Her ears lowered and eyes narrowed, and the large wolf galloped towards the tree, wasting no time to speculate any further.
She slowed down after seeing the ox who had once menacingly lowered his horn at her, then Frollo's hellion of a son. The uncommonly seen duo was heading towards the two sisters, so her fears quickly dismissed themselves; she continued the charge.
Stopping with both paws inches below Frollo's nose, Chilali glared at the thin wolf, her fangs almost matching her coat with black and pink gums between, and her pale pink tongue picking up froth in her mouth as a loud gurgling growl rose form her gut. "Who exactly do you think you are?" She said through her teeth, her voice coming out muffled. She remembered that she usually kept herself rather composed, and disliked losing any of her composure before Frollo of all wolves. Her ears slowly flicked upwards again and she jogged a couple of steps backwards, tail curling over her head and eyes still narrowed towards the verge of brass slits.
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