by TheDeadAccount » Thu Nov 10, 2011 9:56 am
Diablo halted, smelling another wolf. he crept forward, wary. the last time he had met a wolf, it had been a leader of a pack and the whole pack had chased him, threatening to rip him apart...shaking off the thoughts, he noticed a den up ahead. Perhaps that was where the smell was coming from.
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