February 26, 2016, 02:09 PM
(This post was last modified: February 26, 2016, 02:11 PM by Cogitemus.)
The Dark King had been resting by the large tree he caught a liking to. It was very tall, and wide, and provided plenty of shade, given, Moonlit Hills was all shade. He lifted himself, and quickly itched his side on the trunk. The King quickly shook off his pelt, and began walking, hoping he could run into a pack member.
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