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Loner
Loner
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Species
Grey wolf

Sex
Female (She/her)

Age
6 months

Height
Average

Weight
Light

Build
Average

Eyes
Red

Fur
White

Scent
Family, iron, seasalt

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Weird, Cold, Quiet
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"This? She left us, didn't she? It's a test." She raises a brow, because it is the most plausible, obvious answer, and skips a pace forward so she glare at her sister properly. What- Did she not? Do i sleepwalk? Did I fall that far behind? She says with a slight crook of her head, equal parts exaggerated sarcasm and perhaps a little bit of genuine concern.

She looks out across the world below the peaks, bleak, windy, cold world. Not even caribou in the fields below. The thought reminds her of the hunger pang in her gut. Her gaze drifts back over to Yakone, watching her hunter's form lord over her. "What better things?"
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Ribs - by Cetseni - 5/3/2025, 7:21 PM
RE: Ribs - by Yakone - 5/3/2025, 8:21 PM
RE: Ribs - by Cetseni - 5/3/2025, 10:16 PM
RE: Ribs - by Yakone - 5/4/2025, 12:12 AM
RE: Ribs - by Cetseni - 5/12/2025, 12:28 AM
RE: Ribs - by Yakone - 5/12/2025, 5:50 PM

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