March 14, 2015, 11:23 AM
Ad heard footfalls and turned golden gaze towards it. It was a silver she wolf, he thought he remembered her from the howl, but he wasn't certain. He stared at her for a moment, distrust evident in his gaze. He was beginning to regret joining another pack, he couldn't stand the amount of wolves that were on all sides. He sighed, he would have to bite down and bear it.
He studied her, and dipped his muzzle. Hello. His voice was stiff and untrusting, but at least he spoke right.
He studied her, and dipped his muzzle. Hello. His voice was stiff and untrusting, but at least he spoke right.
Artok has a permanent limp in his front right foreleg.
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Barefoot, Blue Jeans - by Adlartok - March 13, 2015, 01:49 PM
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RE: Barefoot, Blue Jeans - by Adlartok - March 14, 2015, 11:23 AM
RE: Barefoot, Blue Jeans - by Rhythm - March 14, 2015, 01:27 PM
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