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 Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2008 1:36 pm
 It was a quiet day, no birds chirped and nothing seemed to be stirring on the ground. Dull gray patches of sky were visible through the leaves of the trees and off to the horizon dark clouds loomed threateningly. As the winds kicked up, older trees creaked and groaned, not use to such pressure on their frames. Before long rain would begin to fall and the lands would be revived by it.
Santos knew he probably shouldn't be out so close to a storm, but he just had to move his legs. It almost felt like he'd been standing still as a tree trunk for a few days, though he knew that wasn't true. For some reason he just had a lot of pent up energy that he didn't know how to release. Perhaps he should hunt or something? No, that took too much stillness and planning.
Suddenly he perked his ears with a grin. He knew what he could do now. Without another thought he worked his way into a fast trot, and soon enough a full-fledged run. What better way to use energy?
His muscles began to move in rhythmic time and his breathing turned into a steady pant. He could feel the humidity in the air wearing him down faster than usual, but perhaps that would just help him loose enough energy before the storm hit. At least the wind felt nice.
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Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2008 2:16 pm
 It was so quiet, but being from a small family it wasn't much of a bother. The dark brown and orange-ish colored female had just finished a swim, to bath off the scent of fish from her coat.
Their was three head of three salmon laying to one side. She nudged them off into the creek, returning the meat to decay and give life in the stream else where.
Shaking the water from her coat for the fifth time the dark paw pads moved out. The trees were having their leaves turn over, rain would start pouring down soon. Would she have enough time to get back to the den?
A crash of thunder over the distant mountains made the young female shake her head. No good. Maura had moved too far from her family pack she would need to find something close, having had run from the pack as well.
She shook her head, Naw, she hadn't ran from Kalia's pack, she just had taken a nice day to enjoy the woods. Maura was looking for one of the small caves she had found earlier, she was an adventurer by heart, but also she had been looking for her father and other grandmother since her teenage season.
Ears spun around on her head, the creme tribal marking over her eyes just made her stick out like the rest of her family. They were unique, but this wasn't one of her family. The paw fall was different. Maura moved back against a dark tree and laid down, hoping to cover up the bright under coat. Just incase this new comer was looking for a fight, not that she could fight, she just preferred not to.
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Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2008 3:56 pm
As his lungs began to cry too much for air Santos slowed to a stop, lowering his head and panting heavily. The energy wasn't quite gone, but he'd sure gotten rid of a good chunk of it. A little while longer and he'd be ready to take a good long nap and sleep the storm away.
But as he rested a sound caught his ear. It was hardly something that he would normally be concerned about but considering the silence in the wood he was slightly suspicious. He couldn't quite smell anything but with the craziness of the wind that didn't quite surprise him.
His eyes swept the area for a third time before he parted his jaws. It took a moment for him to decide what to say, but eventually settled on a simple, "Who's there?" His deep voice echoed in the clearing and he half expected to receive no answer.
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Posted: Fri Jun 20, 2008 4:15 pm
A white and black male could be seen just barely through the trees. A red rose was on his shoulder, such a lovely marking, but Maura was cautious none the less. Insincts raced through the femme's body. Some screaming flee, some fight, and the rest were saying just answer the male.
The wind whipped through the trees and she shuffled to a sitting position. "Maura, and who might you be? Friend or enemy?" In today's world you couldn't be to careful, and well Maura had always prefered to be a wolf of theories, plans, and cryptic languages around those that knew her, or shared her blood.
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