Mount Everfall storm child made of wild and flame

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He continued to smell the air, the boundaries were clear and she continued show no markings of a pack upon her perfume. The demeanour of her question and she reacted to someone being so close to the borders, continued to indicate that she held no ties with these lands other than a simple wanderer like himself.

Your beauty is not the reason, if that is the answer you seek. A back handed compliment, words slithering from his mouth like warm bubbling tar, smooth and velvety with a certain deadly charm. Lazily he shifted his weight from one side to the other, muscles rippling with the movement underneath the thick grungy chocolate coat.

I was merely assessing if you were going to defend pack lands. The baritones of his vocals continued their assault of the airwaves, his pool of liquid rubies moved from the female and onto where the borders of the lands were marked for a moment, before resting on her once again. If you are not here to protect their lands, then what are you doing here? He asked out of meer curiosity.

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