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 Posted: Wed Oct 03, 2007 8:55 pm
 A skinny form trotted through the trees, light dappling upon his back as he went. Golden eyes flicked back and forth, the teen stopping momentarily and looking back to make sure that no-one was following him. Mistoffelees had to do that alot lately, especially with all of those pups running around. Why pups?
Why pups in his pack? Ever since the male had settled into his position as pyro-wolf of the pack, everything decided to change. It used to be just Trent and himself in the tree, now it was flooded with new-comers. And pups, pups! The squabbling, yapping pair that were related to Trent (his only thought of relief that they weren't the alpha's directly), though the poet had gone far enough to procure himself a mate, another alpha. And all the while he was holed up in his tree, actually doing what he was in this pack to do, work the fire-works.
The ingredients hadn't been the easiest to come by, especially one of the main materials he couldn't find despite his quite thorough searching of the nearby area. He'd have to inquire about it to Trent later... Turning around, Misto head back on due course to the Criss-Cross stream for a drink and a break from pack-life. He preferred his solitude, and being able to do so without being squished inside a tree (for strangely he was beginning to find himself larger for no apparent reason).
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Posted: Fri Oct 05, 2007 8:29 pm
 Twas a nice autumn day, the leaves were turning a lovely orange color. Trents whitish blue coat disturbed the quaint scene as he rushed past tree's. He looked more like a silver and blue bullet than a running wolf. Wind picked up his scarf as he dashed, dancing behind Trent as he rushed through trees.
The packs size was growing quickly and the alpha was quite pleased. Though it troubled him as well. Most of these wolves were not his family, it wasnt the same. But he kept this to him self. Mizer had just become a father with a litter of three, this was something that was also on his mind. These pups carried the ancient blood line. Mizer had his children before Trent had even gotten around to the job. What was going to become of them?
Something black and white caught his eyes by a stream. Trent skidded to a perfect stop before realizing it was Misto. He hadnt seen him much lately. With out a second thought Trent padded over to Misto and started to lap water next to him. It was cool and refreshing.
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Posted: Fri Oct 05, 2007 9:39 pm
The teenager had barely reached the river-bank before the alpha he was thinking of previously appeared beside him, dipping his head to drink. Slightly surprised, but not too much so (for he'd known Trent for a long enough time to know his like of surprise entrances), the wolf merely lowered his own maw, tongue flicking out for a drink. The chill of the cold water reached his throat, and the male let out a soft shudder, the fall was already upon them.
A yellow eye wandered to his alpha, eyebrow raising in slight curiousity, trying to see what he was thinking about. Misto himself had gotten taller, no reaching to the larger wolf's shoulder at least. Strange not having to crane his head to look at him.
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