by labradude » Wed May 30, 2012 11:49 am
He told her it was Silas again.
Inkdeath trotted around, fairly near camp. He was too lazy to catch something on his own, so he snooped around the hunting pile. His muscles shown through his coat, so he wasn't worried about being attacked. Not a single fae could take him down. He had just gotten a nice big hare when he heard some wolves calling each other. He raised his head and perked his ears.
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