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Post by vincentsilver on Mar 4, 2010 23:40:41 GMT -5
Vin trotted onward in what he believed was unclaimed land due to the absence of wolf urine. scanning the area for suitable prey he wearily continued, each step marking his progress with the indentation of a slightly undersized paw in the snow. Vin was alone and was somewhat sickened by the unwelcome feeling of isolation that came with being alone for a long period of time, yet despite this he hadn't much faith in being accepted into a pack, why would he? Vincent was just another stray. These hopeless thoughts were soon cut off by the sound of snow crunching nearby and as vincents ears stuck up upon hearing this he slowly backed behind a large bush, unsure what was approaching and waited cautiously as the wind refused to allow his fur to sit still.
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