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Ooc — Natalie
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July 20, 2014, 11:14 PM
(This post was last modified: July 22, 2014, 09:28 PM by Kipling.)
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She was so sure she hadn't been here before, so why did this seem so familiar? Staring up at the face of the mountain, Kipling tilted her head. Certainly she'd seen it from a distance having been trapped in Rising Sun Valley for the few days she'd been in the Wilds, but there where was something else about this setting she just couldn't place. Dipping her head to ground to try to sort it out she finally realized that she'd smelled the land before, it was familiar because she'd run into other wolves reeking of this scent.
Definitely pack territory and she was way too close for comfort. Had she been more cautious she would have been aware of the warning signs before trekking so far up the slope, and as a consequence she now found herself taking care to back up in a hurry. Nimble as she was instead of dashing straight out, she found herself hovering. Despite her better judgment she kept an eye out for some souvenir of the place, mainly of the edible variety.
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