
Posted by Fable on 5/16/2005, 11:55 pm
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^Slate wolf tread these familiar lands with a certain drag to his steps. He had not seen his family in a long time, and guilt weigh heavily on his conscience. Zhetteri's friend had died and yet he had not been here for his mate - what kind of brute was he? A poor one, certainly. For these reasons, the male's head was lowered in shame and his eyes seeking the dark female for repentence. A low growl rose in his throat upon scenting many unfamiliar scents, but then he reminded himself that he had been away a long while. There was quite possibly an entirely new pack here. Fable sighed, blowing up dust on the ground as he walked, so low was his drooping muzzle. When he stopped, he realized he was near the large boulder where Zhetteri had made her den and he had briefly spoken with the old alphess, Rain. That all seemed so long ago, but the thoughts stirred him enough into action and abrubtly he jerked his head back and howled. The sound was almost desperate, a fearful howl as though the silver wolf had lost someone. He hoped dearly that Zhetteri would hear it.^
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