Phantom Hollow You never know the top till you get too low

meeting thread maybe? AW though

 The white wolf walked along the border, murmuring to himself. He was reciting simple Russian terms, to insure he would never forget his roots. With every two steps he took, he whispered out another word. Always under his breath, as if someone was listening. But his ears had caught no sound apart from the usual rustle of the trees and his own deep voice.

"Меня зовут Orgin и я являюсь частью Лунная Hills обновления," he whispered as if if he was sharing a life long secret with the wind. Though, the wind seemed to blow in return, concluding his recital for the day. But Orgin lingered near the edges of his pack longer, as if he were waiting for something.

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