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Post by Lunar on Dec 19, 2009 16:36:51 GMT -5
Mud splashed onto his belly and chest, covering his white fur with dark spots and turning his legs completely brown. His large paws were caked with grit, drying on his fur and turning it into rough spikes. He watched birds burst from a tree in front of him, dancing together in the wind, preparing to lay their eggs. With his transfixed stare and unkempt appearance, Lunar kept on his way; in the distance, the river opened its maw and out tumbled a pristine lake. While looking at the late sun reflecting off of its surface, to Lunar's nose came a scent, faint, but true.
There was a pack boundary here, weak, washed from snow and clearly not re-marked in a long while. He stopped to analyze it a bit further, then continued on. On the opposite side of the lake, the trees built up into a wood similar to that in the south. He considered making for the wood for a moment, after all, it was bear rearing season and he was very exposed at the bank of the river, but the shelter of the wood would push him from the water which comforted him with its guidance.
The scent of wolf was stronger here than before; the scent of old gone wolves, like those who'd marked the boundary, as well as a fresher scent, carried to him on the wind from across the lake.
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