July 07, 2019, 02:23 PM
Finally — the sound of Phox's voice permeated the 'strath and told each wolf who had pledged to aid the little family, this is ours!
Finally, all that work had come to an end. The claim was solid; they had the bodies to support their desires, and the cubs would be safe to grow up within the shrouded woods of the hinterlands. For Dingo that meant he could take a well deserved break (as if he'd never taken a nap on the job, or slacked while hunting for those damnable arboreal rodents) and in the coming days, really get what he wanted out of this little arrangement.
He cast back his head and let his own sharp howl meet with Phox's voice - and others as they were coaxed in to the call - and knew by the end of his breath that he'd finally reached the beginning of his endgame.
Finally, all that work had come to an end. The claim was solid; they had the bodies to support their desires, and the cubs would be safe to grow up within the shrouded woods of the hinterlands. For Dingo that meant he could take a well deserved break (as if he'd never taken a nap on the job, or slacked while hunting for those damnable arboreal rodents) and in the coming days, really get what he wanted out of this little arrangement.
He cast back his head and let his own sharp howl meet with Phox's voice - and others as they were coaxed in to the call - and knew by the end of his breath that he'd finally reached the beginning of his endgame.
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RE: Ours - by Dingo - July 07, 2019, 02:23 PM