Blackfoot Forest The Golden Heart Of A Beautiful Warrior

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After working with his counselor trade and meeting other loners, Samuel was at the border once more, hearing the ghostly howl ring in his ears and drive him to the border. There, his grey eyes met a wolf with silken white fur and amber eyes, her distance respectful to the border of the Rosings.

He held his head high, though he was a mouse in a lion's body. He made his way close to the border, his large size towering over anything that lay next to him, his shadow covering the ground in a mound of grey. He let out a breath before stepping closer and raising his tails and hackles.

"Who are you, and what brings you to the border of the territory?" he asked, not giving away the name of the pack. Though the wolf in front of him did not seem bad, the boy was always cautious with what came from his mouth, never knowing who could use the information that spilled from his jaws.

He waited quietly for the wolf to answer.