All right, so here was one loud-mouthed foolhardy young wolf marching with a purpose up from the riverbank. Natasha shook off her damp fur and padded up towards the rock rises. Had that little worm Nomii-whatever it was been telling lies about the Brotherhood here? She had been her recently, and Natasha meant to find out if she had been badmouthing the Brothers.
Natasha sniffed around the border, and when she picked up Zelda’s most recent scent she followed it a short way past them. Then she stopped, threw up her head fearlessly and howled. Not specifically for Zelda, a general call for anybody else who lived here.
Now, to see who answered. She looked around and wrinkled her nose.
Who the hell would want to live here? She began sniffing at the ground and her surroundings. Dead shrub. Brown rock. Sludgy-looking snow. What was even with this place?
Sep 02, 2017 07:38 AM
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