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Montrose · Yesterday, 1:45 PM

OOC

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The wolf was as still as he could be, rose-gold pelt camouflaged so perfectly against the rows of crimson grass. The boy let his breathing steady — in and out, in and out — as his eyes harkened upon his warty nemesis.

It was all going according to plan.

Until something (well, someone) knocked into him. The force of the collision surprised him, a startled yip slipping from his jaws as he was shoved out of his hiding spot. The boy almost hit the ground, but managed just barely to get his feet beneath him in a scramble. The toad, of course, would notice the commotion and hop away, disappearing into the shallow stream and making quite an anticlimactic escape.

A childish snarl left his lips, dark edges curling into a harsh frown. His head would whip around, ears flat atop his dome as he gazed at the girl. Fire-and-ash danced across her pelt in a fascinating array of colors. He would have been impressed if he weren’t so irritated.

What was that for? He was frowning, turning to face her and puffing up his chest. They were about the same age, but she was clearly just big enough to be a klutz. You ever walked before? Sheesh. Montrose’s ears splayed to the side, gaze turning back for a moment toward the stream where his prey had disappeared into.

He sighed softly, gathering his composure before slowly turning back toward the girl. Silently, he sized her up, running his tongue over his little lips. Perhaps she could still be useful.

Seems fair you help me find another, don’t you think?

Finally, his tufted ears lifted, flicking toward her.

It was more of a demand than a suggestion.

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Greetings Stranger!

Northern Alpines

the big bad wolf