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Posted: Wed Aug 04, 2010 11:11 pm
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Posted: Thu Aug 05, 2010 12:48 am
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Posted: Thu Aug 05, 2010 12:54 am
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Posted: Thu Aug 05, 2010 1:02 am
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Posted: Thu Aug 05, 2010 1:06 am
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Posted: Thu Aug 05, 2010 1:10 am
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Posted: Thu Aug 05, 2010 1:17 am
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Senaka meets his swing with hers. They're bodies very close as they hold their ground in this cross swing stance.
"Hmm, haven't been called that in nearly an age. Didn't think anyone noticed things like that anymore," she mused with a sly grin. Breaking the standoff, she takes a half step back and swings in the opposite direction.
"There is always something to do," Suka replied as she got to her feet as well. "You can hunt, you can play, you can rest, you can teach, or you can run. The first and last are always my favorite," she admitted as she walked to an awning covered yard. It was an area where most hounds went when they wanted a bit of fresh air, though the yard was closed at times like when storms or danger were in the perimeter.
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Posted: Thu Aug 05, 2010 1:21 am
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Posted: Thu Aug 05, 2010 1:26 am
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Posted: Thu Aug 05, 2010 1:30 am
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Posted: Thu Aug 05, 2010 1:38 am
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Posted: Thu Aug 05, 2010 1:44 am
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Posted: Thu Aug 05, 2010 1:53 am
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Posted: Thu Aug 05, 2010 5:43 am
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Posted: Thu Aug 05, 2010 11:40 pm
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