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Post by v.anadium ! on Nov 20, 2012 12:17:10 GMT -5
Jele curled her chest up towards her hips as her lower half raised itself in the air, her front legs stretching out in front of her. A yawn escaped her lips as she stretched, much like the black wolf to her right. "Well, I am new." Kodiak piped up. Jele looked at her. "As am I. Have you met anyone else in the pack..?" Jele hated small talk, but this female didn't seem to be picking up any hints.
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Post by kodiak on Nov 20, 2012 15:04:19 GMT -5
she heard the wolf ask her something. ' ihave met Alaric',she said. she saw the fae getting restless so she got up.'wanna go run?',she asked.
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Post by v.anadium ! on Nov 20, 2012 15:17:33 GMT -5
As one who never let others know what she was thinking, Jele kept quiet when the female said, "I have met Alaric." She simply nodded, and laid her head back down on her paws.
"Wanna go run?" She heard the black she wolf pipe up from beside her. Jele gave her a funny look. "Not in particular," Jele snorted. "But if you want to go kill me something, go right ahead," She grimaced.
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Post by kodiak on Nov 20, 2012 15:46:46 GMT -5
and with that smart remark she walked away. she went back to her rock and sat, and let the sun- warm her black pelt.
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