Neverwinter Forest Die hard
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It was a large territory and they couldn’t be everywhere at once. He could scent the beginnings of a pack smell, but they hadn’t established it overly well yet. As Dad said, this was a foundling pack. The pale lad with mud-dipped ears and paws stared at his hunting territory for a moment. They were threatening his unborn siblings. This was NOT on.
 
Mason darted through the trees at the straggling border of Neverwinter Forest. Every so often he dropped and rolled, spreading his entire smelly Silverpeak body all over the floor around him. The scent he left behind was much stronger than anything they could muster and deposit. Sure, it’d change if they stayed for a while, but for now he managed to wreak havoc on their puny scent border. Mason continued onwards, fury in his eyes, thunder in his ears. No one threatened his family.
 
Even if he did happen upon one of these skunks, he doubted the entire pack could miraculously descend upon him at once.
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Die hard - by Mason - February 24, 2016, 03:55 AM
RE: Die hard - by Scimitar - February 24, 2016, 06:48 AM
RE: Die hard - by Goldhawk - February 24, 2016, 07:01 AM
RE: Die hard - by Mason - February 24, 2016, 07:16 AM
RE: Die hard - by Scimitar - February 24, 2016, 07:42 AM
RE: Die hard - by FitzDutiful - February 24, 2016, 08:18 AM
RE: Die hard - by Goldhawk - February 24, 2016, 08:27 AM
RE: Die hard - by Mason - February 24, 2016, 08:38 AM
RE: Die hard - by Scimitar - February 24, 2016, 08:44 AM
RE: Die hard - by Goldhawk - February 24, 2016, 10:02 AM