Post by AUDREY,, on Dec 22, 2007 9:32:28 GMT -5
ASPEN;;
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Did his eyes decieve him? Was he dreaming? No . . . no, a dream wouldn't be this clear, this was clear. His wet nostrils flared as he took in the fresh winter air of Ravenwood, the forest was dark, so mysterious, so beautiful, and so captivating. It was unclaimed, no pack lived on it, so this means that . . this land was mean to be Aspen's.
His prints marked the six inch blanket of snow as he padded forward, eyes squinted so snow flakes wouldn't fall into them. His muscles rippled with every step I took, Aspen's hairs stood on end and the dog's head was raised up high in a regal position. Aspen's short fur definitely wasn't the best kind of fur for this kind of weather, but luckily his bulk warmed him up a bit more so it wasn't all that bad. Actually, he was glad that he had short fur, for in the hot seasons, he wouldn't be sweating his ass off like everyone else.
INCOMPLETECome, my children
