Fred was hunting.
Well, not hunting, but looking. He had moved Southeast, keeping his paws on the rightful goal of hunting for those who were lost. The list was ever growing, and well, he was dang well plum tuckerin’ confident he was going to find them. Someone. Somehow.
It was enough that his face was set in a permanent thoughtful-face. The problem being that it would be a ghost of a pull to find himself on the right path. Constantly looking for wolves was exhaustion filled.
Didn’t mean he was gonna stop. AIN’T no way he was stopping.
Still, his eyes were on the look out for someone. Anyone. That was how it rolled.
Mar 28, 2017 12:09 PM
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