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Ooc — Fang
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Once again he found himself travelling with the coywolf, heading towards, what he thought of as 'her' forest. As they travelled away from the sunspire in expected silence he recounted his thoughts over the recent events in the pack. Whilst Caught up in his own irritation he wasn't totally oblivious to his companions apparent discomfort. Seeming to be more subdued.
The mountainside fell away and slowly the landscape replaced itself with the familiar scent and sight of the aspens. A content sigh escaped as the entered its perimeter. He offered a soft nudge of his nose to Red's shoulder as she stopped, he continued a few more steps before she spoke.
Fang had become accustomed to her silence, so when she spoke it still surprised him, turning to face her a quizzical expression fixed on his features. Oh? What's wrong? His words showing his concern as he moved closer to her. The fact she chose to speak in unison with her seemingly pre-occupied attitude had the half-breed worried
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