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Posted by Saïx on October 14, 2008, 9:40 pm
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((yeesh, have i been inactive...))
It was obvious that his pride had been the death of him. Sure, it was against his wishes to return to another pack and swear loyalty under another wolf. But nothing would be more embarrassing than running back to his father.
Saïx was no fool; he needed a pack or else he'd starve. He had listened to the spirit's message wisely. Every path always ended in death, so no passage was the right way. But at least this would prolong his death.
He wished, however, that he wasn't in such a bad shape to see the alpha of these lands. With the voices whispering in his ear, it was hard to remember to keep his head down and not to howl for the alpha. Howling was for marking territory, and these were not his lands in any way. All the cerulean wolf could do was wait for the alpha to come.
And if not, then he would leave.
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