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Posted on December 8, 2015 at 11:46:19 PM by Fritjof
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Fritjof had followed Tithe, a bit behind. His small, wiry form was good for running, but he had to slow several times as his form was built for speed, and his endurance was average at best. He slows to a trot at the border and gives a low howl, announcing he is back, so they are aware he is not an unwelcome intruder, but just the Sage returning home, and then continues on following Tithe's scent towards the group of youths. He is smaller than most of these youths, his tan, cream, brown and black fur lending him but small help with the illusion of size. Fritjof stops next to Tithe, staring around at the group. Plenty for even the big game that the packs sometimes ran across. "I'm Fritjof, from Taviora. It looks like we shall have a decent hunt" he adds in a positive, rallying manner. He could anticipate the adrenaline and thrill already, running through white powder covered woods, coordinating to flank and spring on their already doomed prey... He cocks his head to the side, wondering what the group was still waiting for, eager to be on the move. "Are we waiting for me, or shall we get going? I'm starved." Of course, he is not necessarily hungry in a way that food will satisfy. More in a way that only a chase, and the sight of the running prey, can satisfy. 6|Taviora|None|No One|4 Offspring  |
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