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March 26, 2014, 08:52 PM
(This post was last modified: March 26, 2014, 08:54 PM by Leatherface.)
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Though he didn't know it, it was the odd perfume of herbs that drew him to the area. This new life did not bring with it someone constantly over his shoulder to bark orders and command his time appropriately, Leatherface was simply expected to contribute to the pack and lacking most skills he did what came naturally; he followed his nose. Typically the trails he came across in the Vale were owned by unseen pack member, but he was likely (and most often did) dismiss if it interceded with the scent of game.
But this afternoon Leatherface had crossed the strange smell of root plants, and curiosity clouding the little problem-solving skills he did posses, he disregarded the previous creature's trail to peruse another. Muzzle barely a inch above the ground, his attention foolishly drew away from his surroundings. He did not wonder what it belong to, no theory sprang to mind. He was aware that as soon as he discovered the source, only then was he closer to knowing.
Though he didn't know it, it was the odd perfume of herbs that drew him to the area. This new life did not bring with it someone constantly over his shoulder to bark orders and command his time appropriately, Leatherface was simply expected to contribute to the pack and lacking most skills he did what came naturally; he followed his nose. Typically the trails he came across in the Vale were owned by unseen pack member, but he was likely (and most often did) dismiss if it interceded with the scent of game.
But this afternoon Leatherface had crossed the strange smell of root plants, and curiosity clouding the little problem-solving skills he did posses, he disregarded the previous creature's trail to peruse another. Muzzle barely a inch above the ground, his attention foolishly drew away from his surroundings. He did not wonder what it belong to, no theory sprang to mind. He was aware that as soon as he discovered the source, only then was he closer to knowing.
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clover crossing - by Leatherface - March 26, 2014, 08:52 PM
RE: clover crossing - by Velox - April 09, 2014, 01:01 PM