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Post by taloola on Mar 15, 2013 23:15:33 GMT -5
She moved through the snowy forest surrounding the plains calmly and quietly. Her ears pricked and catching every movement around her. It was late in the afternoon when she decided to try and find something to eat. She had been getting her current den together. Though she never stayed to long in one place. She found herself always moving. Her legs stopped as she no longer felt the surroundings of the forest. She knew she had reached the clearing and she stood firmly but relaxed as her pale eyes scanned around even if she couldn't see anything. She sat down on the snowy ground and listened.
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Post by vanadium ! on Mar 16, 2013 20:14:02 GMT -5
The white femora began her trek through the lands, stopping only at short periods whenever she found something of interest. Her nose was constantly twitching and her eyes were always keeping an eye on the surroundings, but if you were to take a look at her right from the get-go, you would see that she looked calm and collected. It took a few minutes, but before long she found a scent, something that didn't belong. The cold, skinny white woman stopped, looked about, and froze. Who was there?
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