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He looks first at the young female called StarLight, catching her gaze and drawing it skyward with his own, first to the Fenrids and then to the other star, Sef’rus, the wolf that hunts outside the pack. As the wolf’s eyes remain on the star, he turns to Grounder. “Come, my young warrior,” he smiles at the pup as he gathers his weapons and starts toward the trees. He thinks back over the previous day and night, recalling the patterns of movement he had observed among the wolves. As the pup bounds after him he smiles, his tired limbs slightly jealous of its playful energy, and whispers, “Perhaps one day you shall teach the others the power of broken patterns.” He laughs softly seeing that the pup has much greater interest in his bootlaces than his words.
[ 04-05-2002, 08:46 AM: Message edited by: Cyril Darkcloud ]
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