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As all of this was happening, the wolves would not enter Cyril or KayLisa's mind, not wanting the (bad wind) to feel the connection.....
Now, tho, they tentatively reach out, sending small brief messages to both of them, checking to make sure they are alright........
to Protector - (warm wind) (the warmth of fire) (an image of him kneeling by the fire smiling)
to Fireeyes - (nuzzles) (running thru the warm grass) (an image of them circled around the fire)
They await responses, and as they do, they slowly make their way to the clearing wrinkling their noses at the smell left on the wind, and sit at the edge of the trees, waiting.......
[ 03-26-2002, 10:47 AM: Message edited by: TAOWolf ]
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