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Post by rowes on Aug 5, 2008 11:43:43 GMT -5
A fleck of silver snow danced on the gentle night breeze, slowly drifting down the earth. Suddenly it's path was obstructed by a lurking figure who slowly moved through the gnarled trees. She drew her head and ears back, giving a hearty shake. She continued to make her way deeper into the trees, stopping to sniff at the air every few minutes. With every step her long talon-like claws up-turned the wet earth that was beginnig to collect a dusting of snow. As the snow began to fall freely she came to a stop, lifting her head and lowering her hind she let out a haunting howl, that eachoed through the dead trees. Crow is an impatient wolf and the longer she waited the worse the consiquence.
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