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10-07-2012, 12:04 PM
Sure enough, an animal does lurk in the darkness. Or rather, three. Wolves. Black lips scowl, exposing yellowed teeth. Red tongues curl. Wet black noses twitch. Their fur is sodden and wet, dripping off their skinny frames. They have not done well. One snarls and snaps at the other, and the younger brown-gray timber wolf leaps out of the bushes, hackles up. It snarls, annoyed, at the horses before him. Those amber eyes glow savagely.
The second wolf, a brown, appears to the right of Lace, tail up.
The third appears to the left of Tor. The biggest of them all, he's a huge black beast, hungry and desperate.
Desperation will power their movements, and they focus on Lace. The youngest races forward, head lowered to prepare itself to clamp down on those forelegs. Another, the brown wolf, lunges towards Lace's rump. The black wolf circles restlessly, baring its fangs towards Tor. If you help, you will die. The black wolf's furious orange eyes read.
The second wolf, a brown, appears to the right of Lace, tail up.
The third appears to the left of Tor. The biggest of them all, he's a huge black beast, hungry and desperate.
Desperation will power their movements, and they focus on Lace. The youngest races forward, head lowered to prepare itself to clamp down on those forelegs. Another, the brown wolf, lunges towards Lace's rump. The black wolf circles restlessly, baring its fangs towards Tor. If you help, you will die. The black wolf's furious orange eyes read.
