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Post by Blackmint on Sept 19, 2007 23:38:42 GMT -5
Blackmint snuffed around the grass, searching for the smallest traces of moisture. As he continued on, the dirt underpaw began to get softer and damp, and the grass a brighter green. Water, thought Blackmint. He could almost taste the sweetness of the river right now. Blackmint quickened his pace to a run, his tounge lolling out of his mouth. Suddenly he could see a wide expanse of water, and he skidded to a stop on the bank.
Blackmint cast a cautious glance around himself and gave the air a sniff before settling down on the muddy river bank. He lay down, tucking up his back legs and reaching as far over the bank as he could with his front. The water smelled wonderful, but, being cautious, Blackmint took a quick lap first. It was as sweet as he had imagined. The black male leapt to his feet and dunked his whole head under the water, drinking mouthfuls at a time. He brought his head back above the surface, and shook it, sending droplets of sparkling water flying. "That's great!" he announced, although he could scent nothing but a couple of frightened rabbits. "I could just swim in this with my mouth open!"
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Post by Cricket on Sept 21, 2007 22:08:48 GMT -5
Cricket trudged along, throat prickling with hoarseness. Her thrist and inhalation of the dust and dirt was irritating her internally. She followed the scent trail of a fellow wolf, a male, she knew. If anyone knew the way, it had to be him. Well, anywy, Cricket was wandering aimlessly enough to admit that she really didn't doubt that every living creature here knew where to go better than she did. She was a wolf, she had no set migration pattern, no real home. Why did she need a map for her very soul then? She came to the riverbank, just yards away from the drenched young wolf in the waters. She let her tail swing softly in politeness and curiousity.
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Post by Blackmint on Sept 25, 2007 6:11:15 GMT -5
Blackmint turned around, having heard the she-wolf approaching. He returned the swing of the tail and added a friendly twitch of his ears. He then tilted his head in curiousity; his way of asking her about herself. He rarely spoke around others, as he was so shy, but his tail wags, ear twitches and such were all recognisable wolf language, and any wolf would be able to understand his meaning.
( Sorry I took so long to reply. )
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Post by Cricket on Sept 25, 2007 15:05:31 GMT -5
Cricket approached, and hesitates at the water's edge, looking in at the dark, swimming wolf. She steps in with her front paw, then the other. Gritty dirt that clogged her slightly-curled nails disinitigrated in the water. She steps forward and formally sniffs over the other wolf's coat, her tail level but slightly stiff.
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Post by Blackmint on Oct 3, 2007 0:49:13 GMT -5
( >> I'm not swimming. )
Blackear gave the female one friendly glance before leaping into the river on the full. A wave rose suddenly from Blackear's fall and crashed over his head, plunging him under the water. His legs worked furiously until he finally managed to get his head above the water. Wonderful cool water soaked his pelt and he felt free and happy as he paddled about. "Glorious day!" he sang loudly, but his singing ceased uprubtly(sp?) when he realised the she-wolf was still there. He looked over at the female, his ears twitching awkwardly.
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