He sits there within the darkness of the cave, the light barely reaching the limits of his fur and illuminating the tiniest of his facial features. His forepaws are crossed over one another as he waits, tail curled and posed over his hind legs—whom are sprawled behind him.
He had snuck into Nightwalkers when no one was looking, through the thick of the bog and up the hillside before ultimately sealing himself within the confines of the Warlord's den. If the Nightwalkers were to catch his scent—new and changed as opposed to the old Easthollow one, they would find him already within his place.
Silent.
Waiting.
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I babble on until my voice is gone - by Clay - June 09, 2020, 01:29 AM
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