November 19, 2019, 01:08 PM
She had at last found respite beneath the sheltering limbs of an old oak, russet fur ruffled and made muddy by rainfall. Andromaque has nearly drifted off when the familiar howl drifted through the air. Stumbling, sleep still in her eyes, she rose to her paws and followed it.
”What is it?” she asked once reaching the side of the pale wolf, senses alert as she scanned the woods before them.
”What is it?” she asked once reaching the side of the pale wolf, senses alert as she scanned the woods before them.
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RE: ¹ oþlō - by Andromaque - November 19, 2019, 01:08 PM
RE: ¹ oþlō - by Andraste - November 19, 2019, 01:20 PM
RE: ¹ oþlō - by Andromaque - November 19, 2019, 01:29 PM
RE: ¹ oþlō - by Andraste - November 19, 2019, 01:40 PM
RE: ¹ oþlō - by Andromaque - November 19, 2019, 01:51 PM
RE: ¹ oþlō - by Andraste - November 19, 2019, 01:59 PM
RE: ¹ oþlō - by Andromaque - November 19, 2019, 02:05 PM
RE: ¹ oþlō - by Andraste - November 19, 2019, 02:40 PM
RE: ¹ oþlō - by Andromaque - November 19, 2019, 02:46 PM
RE: ¹ oþlō - by Andraste - November 19, 2019, 03:35 PM