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Posted by Pyrrhus on June 24, 2008, 5:54 am
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The large wolf-dog came onto the grounds, pausing at the land's lines like he was taught by his mother. 'Never enter a packlands without permission' He could hear her voice in his ears, and gazed around the territory before letting out a short howl. It sounded odd, like it was wolf's howl with an accent. His father's collie influence caused his loud voice to not be as beautiful as his mother's tone.
He shook his orangish hued coat, trying to rid the dust of it so he would look presentable. Though the newly claimed alpha of the pack had come to Pyrrhus in the hunting grounds looking much worse than the hybrid ever had. Of course, he didn't say anything of that sort. He was here to learn how to fight. To go against his uncle Lestat when the time came; as the male was sure that the golden collie was lurking somewhere around Wolf Mountain, coming up with plans to take over again.
This time, Pyrrhus would be more experienced. And he would not fail at killing his uncle. An eye for an eye, a life for a life.
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