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Male - Pack Intos - Lead Hunter - Tags: Calista
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Salvatore stood there frozen, face-to-face with the female, gripping his razor-sharp claws into the white bed of snow. "Shouldn't be so risky," he began, "not ever'one's so friendly in these neck o' the woods," Salvatore warned with his accent. It was indeed a weird accent, an accent quite often remarked by his fellow pack-mates. "A pretty lil wolf like you shouldn't be taking on the Lead Hunter of Intos." He eyeballed her for a moment, almost at once recognizing who she was. "Calista!," Salvatore exclaimed with astonishment. "I- I had no idea..." Calista chuckled and shook her head, realizing that the intimidating male was actually her old friend, Salvatore, who she had known before the pack split apart. "I'm so sorry, Cal! I didn't know - I've never known anything in this here noggin' of mine," he said as he placed his paw over his snout. "Don't be sorry. I know you're not," Calista responded, chuckling softly. Salvatore had always longed for the day when he would come into contact with Calista again. But the day had finally arrived, and although it brought much joy to him, he knew he wouldn't be able to stick around. "What're you doin' out here? Shouldn't you be sheltering from the cold?"