winds of time ;; avanti

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First we gonna rock, then we gonna roll -

a small smirk played his lips as the maned wolf strode forward on long limbs like twigs. ears flicking as he looked about himself. eyes scanning for trouble. he needed something to do. anything to to. so, he hoped for issues to arise. alas, he found nothing as he strolled through. no clanmates or trespassers. he was annoyed by this.

you should have known settling into a group would be dull.

shut up.

he is right you know.

you too? who asked you for your opinion? he snorted as he came to a stop. looking up at the sky as he spoke to his voices. not realizing anyone might be nearby.

speaking

[sub][W]isker[/sub]