Shadow Mountain what i had once mistaken for death was, instead, a door
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Startled, the boy's eyes met his, and Phocion remained where he is, his body language neutral, not wanting to come across as something to be feared. It was clear that the boy was running from someone, or something, and had been for quite some time.

His white muzzle lifts slightly as he inhales the other's scent. The scent of a pack, laid thick, accompanied by the sharpness of fear and dull musk of hunger and dirt. One ear twitches, thinking. Where had he come from? The pack-scent was not familiar to Phocion. . .though there was a faint note of something that was.

"Are you hungry?" he asked, his tone light. Surely a mountain hare could be of good use to this boy's empty belly. Phocion had caught sight of a couple, during his journey up the crag.
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RE: what i had once mistaken for death was, instead, a door - by Phocion - December 31, 2017, 01:10 PM