Northstar Vale Zoism

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when a voice pealed overhead like the eruption of thunder, indra sunk to the ground immediately. her gut seared with cold. slowly she turned around to face the tower of a wolf; his form as unmistakable as his voice.

her eyes dared not meet his own, though they trailed along his lumbering paws - he was a mountain, his face an avalanche of savagery and clout. every aspect of him was menacing to the child from the flare of sundered skin to the chilled olive of his half-gaze.

her ears were clamped tight to her skull in submission and she felt her tail prick her soft stomach as she awaited the reason for his advance.