A wide river dominates this section of the forest. Romance is in the air, and wolves of all ages come to search for their mate.

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The lone brute padded throught eh trees his black coat hidding him well it had been a month since he had seen his friends and he had turned rogue, he had scars covering his body and a long scar across his left eye even with his injuries he was quiet handomse and could find a nice she but he always knew he would never be accepted where ever he went, so here he was wandering alone when he caught the scent of wolfs and heard the howls of lovers. "oh great" he muttered to himself " romance river" he said with saddness, he went and sat by the river and noticed a she that he had`nt met before but he knew she would`nt like a brute like himself so he simply nodded at her and then sat down and shook his ragged pelt forever scared from recent fights he had won. After a while he got bored so he looked at the she and said in a deep voice demanding her attention but smooth and friendly like velvet at the same time " hello, im rage" he chuckled to himself at how true his name was for he was rage he was the rage of a lone wolf abused and shun from every corner of the world and that was how it would always be for him.

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