April 10, 2019, 06:40 PM
The grey-furred wolf looked towards the land bridge when Strand mentioned it. She seemed interested in it and asked her where it led to. Strand motioned again at the island in the distance. “There,” she said. She was pleased that the female had accepted so readily that the island was hers. She felt her chest puff up with pride.
Can I cross it? With your permission, of course.
Well, this woman really knew how to butter up to Strand, asking her permission to cross the land bridge and all! Strand stood tall and proud and said, “Yeah! I could show you around the place. It’s my own little slice of heaven, but it’s big enough to share—as long as you follow my rules.” Strand wasn’t really sure yet what those rules were, exactly, but she’d be sure to come up with some soon. Slowly, over the past week or so that she had been in the Teekon Wilds, mostly while she’d been dozing as her shoulder healed, she had formed an idea in her mind. She wanted to populate that island with other wolves, but wolves who would follow her. A little pack of her own. A band. A crew. Whatever you wanted to call it. Padma would join, she was almost certain. Maybe she could get this woman to join, too.
“I’m Strand, by the way,” she said, by way of greeting. “What’s your name?”
Can I cross it? With your permission, of course.
Well, this woman really knew how to butter up to Strand, asking her permission to cross the land bridge and all! Strand stood tall and proud and said, “Yeah! I could show you around the place. It’s my own little slice of heaven, but it’s big enough to share—as long as you follow my rules.” Strand wasn’t really sure yet what those rules were, exactly, but she’d be sure to come up with some soon. Slowly, over the past week or so that she had been in the Teekon Wilds, mostly while she’d been dozing as her shoulder healed, she had formed an idea in her mind. She wanted to populate that island with other wolves, but wolves who would follow her. A little pack of her own. A band. A crew. Whatever you wanted to call it. Padma would join, she was almost certain. Maybe she could get this woman to join, too.
“I’m Strand, by the way,” she said, by way of greeting. “What’s your name?”
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