April 24, 2016, 10:03 AM
Dark pears around the corner of the rock sneezing for it is still chilly outside he does not see the wolves any were and starts walking down the cost were the scent leads. As he is walking his stomach rumbles and a breeze blows past him making him shiver and sneeze once again. "Crap what have I got my self into this time, alone once again like always" he says sadly he keeps following the tracks in hope to find the other wolves so he could hunt with them.
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your bones are the spires of Stockholm - by Wynonna - April 23, 2016, 08:20 AM
RE: your bones are the spires of Stockholm - by Rexxar - April 23, 2016, 02:46 PM
RE: your bones are the spires of Stockholm - by Wynonna - April 23, 2016, 03:23 PM
RE: your bones are the spires of Stockholm - by Dark - April 23, 2016, 05:25 PM
RE: your bones are the spires of Stockholm - by Rexxar - April 24, 2016, 09:00 AM
RE: your bones are the spires of Stockholm - by Wynonna - April 24, 2016, 09:32 AM
RE: your bones are the spires of Stockholm - by Dark - April 24, 2016, 10:03 AM