10-01-2018, 08:27 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 60%; line-height: 100%; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"]Another canid creature. This one was much older than the first wolf, and had different coloring. It still wasn’t close to hers. Ragnild wasn’t exactly expecting to see another of her species, they were quite rare already. The African wild dog leapt up and her white-tipped tail wagged wildly as she began to prance around Victor. Her hazel eyes were shining brighter than a full moon as she barked ”Thank you! Oh my gods, thank you! Do any of you want some of my deer? Is there a way we can take it back to the rest of your pack?”
It might never be the same as her natal pack, but Ragnild had learned the lesson of mother nature the hard way. She just had to hope that her luck this time around would not be foul. The painted wolf’s drive for companionship and love was too strong to resist.
It might never be the same as her natal pack, but Ragnild had learned the lesson of mother nature the hard way. She just had to hope that her luck this time around would not be foul. The painted wolf’s drive for companionship and love was too strong to resist.