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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..,;::Slipping over the edge::;,..
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Edgar, a muscular black brute with a pale scar over his left eye (now blind in his left) and a still healing wound across his rib cage. Like the fae, he was a larger wolf, but not a maned. He carried a hunk of deer, his nose clouded with the tempting smell of fresh meat although he already ate. His blue orbs (or 'orb' I should say) flickered here and there and drifted onto the fae. I noticed how skinny she was, and instantly made his decision. He lowered his head to plop the meat on the ground.
"Why hello there. I'm Edgar,-" he bowed his head, trying to make it a kind gesture.
"And you might be?"
He asked, slightly tilting his head to the side, one ear flopped sideways, other standing straight up as he tried to amuse her.

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