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Posted by Crepuscule on January 21, 2008, 2:01 am
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Everything was different now. Crepuscule's ideas of love had changed, and so had his perspective on eating, slightly. It was how he would catch his meals that changed.
The brown and blue wolf entered the lands. His face was plastered with dried, black blood. He left his partner behind in the Hunting grounds. Crepuscule didn't want him anymore, that youngster was nothing by a thorn to him now. Only one wolf have mastered Crepuscule's twisted heart, a wolf he promised to address only as Master. Crepuscule hopped that he would see his Master again, just like his Master said he would, but he was fogged by doubt. So much had happened. The planning, the killing, and meeting. Crepuscule was almost overhwelmed by this and it was rare for him to lose his footing. He needed a bath.
He went to the river in the Ice Pack. It was frozen, not surprising being that this was one of the coldest places on Wolf Mountain. Crepuscule searched for a soft spot. When he made it to the middle of the river it was evident that the river was completely frozen. So he trotted back and washed his face in the snow and tried to scrape the blood off his face with his claws.
"Master," he gasped. Crepuscule stuffed his face in the snow and sighed heavenly. How lucky he was to have found such a wolf.
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