Little Goat Mountain Wayfarer
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Fenrith moved through the snow with a quiet, loping grace, his slender frame weaving between the evergreen sentinels that lined the mountainside. His breath curled in the cold air, a fleeting thing, gone before it could linger.

He’d been padding along, distracted by the soft crunch of snow beneath his paws and the rhythm of his own thoughts, when something sharp struck through the stillness—a scent.

Fenrith froze mid-step, head lifting as his nose worked the crisp air. It was faint but unmistakable—wolf. His ears twitched forward, brown eyes narrowing as he scanned the tree line ahead. Careful, instinct coaxed. Fenrith moved again, his steps slower now as he picked his way through the frost-dappled underbrush.
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fenrith has no sense of smell.
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Wayfarer - by Wake - December 16, 2024, 01:16 AM
RE: Wayfarer - by Fenrith - Yesterday, 02:28 AM