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Bland…
…such an apt characterization that Krynn had often observed. This new-found land even mirrored
the delineation of such a grey and tasteless scope. The black fur on Krynn’s back danced in the breeze as
her idle execrated musings fastly plagued her calm. This entire migration was not well received as it was
but having come to this land and to pass judgment showed only how juvenile Krynn could be. This was a
lush and fertile land at the base of a near inactive volcano with prey aplenty. Though it still wasn’t
enough and it still wasn’t the land to which might have been labeled home. Yet home wasn’t even a true
term to be painted on the realm that birthed her. Krynn was simply in a new place of unfamiliar scents
and eye sores and that vexed her most.

The Nightly colored Wolf tossed her yellowed eyes around the scape until a howl perked her ears. It
wasn’t familiar; however, there was no scent on the wind nor rub that hinted in mal intention. There
were a number of her “pack” that was slated to traverse into these new lands.

So a distraction she found and a distraction she would welcome. Krynn peeled back her snort skywards
and cried out her sharp feminine howl to meet the males call and show he wasn’t alone.