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Trying
May 1, 2008 4:09:15 GMT -5
Post by roscoe on May 1, 2008 4:09:15 GMT -5
Trying.
Trying to see, trying to glimpse, all this trying was getting trying and Roscoe's black underlip raised slightly, exposing a single curved fang as she snarled. Where the hell was he?
The white wolf loped along the boundary wall of the palace. It wasn't like her father to miss his sunset walk; something must have happened. As far as Ros knew, there wasn't an official meeting or dinner, so surely he should have been able to come... She placed one ghostly paw in front of the other and prepared to leap.
Roscoe's jump was impeccable, and she landed on the narrow wall with barely a thump, two legs on either side of the coiled barbed wire. Shifting a little from paw to paw, she scanned the surroundings.
Nobody.
Unfortunately, the wind was blowing in the wrong direction, and she couldn't smell anything coming from the southern end of the wall. If it was human, that wasn't a problem. She'd jump back down and hide. If it wasn't, well... too bad.
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