The Sunspire You don't know how the words go, but you sort of sang along
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He wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed, though even Tambourine knew he didn't have a chance of actually catching any game out here, large or small. He had yet to experience his first proper pack hunt as more than an observer and had displayed no particular knack, thus far, for capturing prey on his own. He would likely grow to be an average, everyday group hunter and nothing more.

Still, a boy could dream, couldn't he? On that note, a noise startled him out of his reveries of raw mutton. He paused in his step, blinking around at his gloomy surroundings. It didn't take him long to notice the sleek, pale figure standing out against the darker backdrop of the mountainside. He peered at her for a beat, noting the pretty markings on her face, then his face and tail broke into a grin and a wag, respectively.

"Oh, hey," he greeted, pivoting on over-sized feet to face her. He just now noticed her tail and blurted a question she had surely heard a thousand times before (not that he thought about that): "What happened to your tail?!"
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RE: You don't know how the words go, but you sort of sang along - by Tambourine - November 16, 2016, 07:43 PM