by DannyHorseRules » Thu Feb 03, 2011 5:29 am
Cirroco relaxed a little and turned to them, his handsome face bright. "Oh. Well, from all of the other pack territories I've trespassed in, I've had to run from death." He laughed, motioning to a scar over his chest. He twitched his shredded ear, too. He gave a laugh at Midnight, saying that the she-wolf, Belle, was moody, and he wagged his tail. "I'm sure that she isn't unbearably moody," he whispered back, winking playfully.