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 Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2008 2:05 pm
 The evening was a calm one this time around. Not even the winds stirred the sands. The sun rest just on the horizon, looking like it was soaking in the calm blue waters. Seagulls created the only other noise beside the waves rolling up the now reddish sands on the beach.
Eruadan ran along the beach, enjoying the game of dodge the wave. Once a wave rolled out he would chase it until the next one came in. In that case he would run from it. At times when a wave would touch his paw he would simply jump in and hop around until the wave rolled out again. Than the game would start over.
The whole time his tongue hung from the side of his mouth as he enjoyed his game. He pranced like a young pup. Eruadan obviously enjoyed the lack of any other wolves in the area.
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Posted: Fri Oct 03, 2008 9:19 am
Yet the female wasn't adverse to getting filthy for her work. The ingredients she needed were frequently found in unusual and hard to reach places, and yet, the relatively flat and easy terrain of the beach set the small female's teeth on edge. There was something about the wide open, flat expanse of nothing that felt wrong to her. The lack of tangled plant life.. the whisper of the wind through the trees, the scurrying creatures underfoot that fled her step.. it was all gone..
Curling her twin white tails over her back she snorted the sand from her nose and eyed the white froth at the ocean's edge with distrust. She needed her ingredients.. but.. she didn't have to enjoy fetching them.
Scowling at the water she stepped forwards, only to be sent scurrying back as another infernal wave rolled in and covered the patch of sand she needed to get to.
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Posted: Sat Oct 04, 2008 2:09 am
Eruadan stuck his nose in the water than quickly pulled it out again so he could n** at all the droplets of water that came down. The bad taste of the water didn't bother him. He was sure to remember not to swallow any of it.
About the second round of droplet snapping he paused in mid snap. His ears perked forward as he lowered his head and focused on the oncoming wolf. He remained still in hopes of being overlooked.
Since puppy-hood he had seen very little of his own kind, much less the females. This lack of social practice made him a nice comfort zone of being alone. And since it has been this way for so long he had formed a dislike for change. It was something he rarely experienced.
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