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Posted by Rossalin on January 12, 2008, 1:20 am
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Where, oh where, did this little dog go? Oh where, oh were can she be? Um, here ear's aren't short, but they stand straight up in points. And here tail is anything but long.. In fact, she isn't even a dog, but a wolf. A very pretty wolf to be exact. Yes, Rossaling is a very pretty shade of silver, pale and tinged with lavender, and has brilliant violet eyes. Her frame is light, but not so that one should think her fragile, and she is built taller, with more leg than most wolves. The fem's build is meant for speed, and she uses it a lot. At around two years of age, Rossalin still thinks herself to be much of a pup... Or, at least she enjoys acting like one. Don't get me wrong, the fem can be serious if need be, but just prefers to kick back and have a good time.
So now, new to this range, the silvery purple fem was jogging along on a particular icy terrain. She knew it was a pack, and that interested her all the more. Her tail was held rather high, but she couldn't help it. As much as our little Ross struggled to pin it down in respect, it just wandered back up and wagged happily behind her. And so, with this constant struggle for the proper posture, the wolf's tail was doing and odd wag that was rather circular due to the horizontal and virtical shifting. She would keep in mind to apologize to whatever alpha she found about the odd way she presented herself. But for now, the wolfess jogged along happing in a bouncy manner, wide smile on her face. Her pink tongue hung out of her mout in her puppy like innocence.
Once near the center of the pack lands, Rossalin braced up her legs and slid to a stop. Slush from the shaved ice sprayed up in front of her and into her face. With a shake of her pelt, the little crystals flung themselves all over the place. With a renewed coat, Ross stood tall and perked her ears. She could hear the faint sounds of others in the land and that just made her happy. The fem's paws danced as her tail flew wildly from side to side, body following the motion as well. It was hard to stop herself, but she managed. And with a deep tilt of her head, Rossalin let out a silvery howl. She very much wished to have a family, and whispers on the wind told her this place was known for just that... And so, our little lavender love waited for what she hoped to be her new alpha.
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