Mount Apikuni they hang on every breath, cling to his chest
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Well. He was persistent, wasn’t he? But… he wasn’t being aggressive, and he seemed curious about the group (another potential recruit?) so she let it slide. She sat down, then, showing that she was no longer confrontational, and tried to think of everyone in their group. “More than five,” she said. “Enough for a small pack. Perhaps eight or nine.” She hoped that answer sufficed. “We are always looking for new members, if you are interested. But I would have to ask you what your skills are, if that is the case.” She waited after giving this information, wondering if he would agree to speak to her about the group more, or if he’d turn down her offer. Either way, it was up to him, and either way, she would not care.
Editing an ending. If you wanna add your own post, Alex, you can always ask them to bring it back from archives! <333

As it turns out, the male didn't have much to say. Perhaps he was not as interested in joining as she had thought he was. With a shrug of her shoulders and a quick farewell, she turned and went back to her group.

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RE: they hang on every breath, cling to his chest - by RIP Grezig - August 07, 2018, 04:43 PM