Cedar Sweep i was born a shot-gun in my hands

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The younger wolf tensed at the sight of her, agression seeping from his posture. Although he still seemed to be the age of a child, his eyes looked wilder, filled with more knowledge than his age. With a tilt of her head and a flag of her plume, she padded closer. Albiet slowly, as not to tense the wolf more.

Stopping a mere five feet away, she spoke, "My apoligies, I did not mean to startle you, but you smell of the pack." Her statement was nearly a question, as to why he had reacted that way to her. It was a question upon itself as to why he was out here, although he might think the same of her. Lowering her tail just slightly and tilting her maw into a smile was her attempt at being cordial with the young wolf.