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Post by Lain on May 29, 2008 16:23:39 GMT -5
Nemo glanced back at the young wolf, deep in thought, behind her. She felt soft pulls and tugs in her chest in rhythm with doubt that must have filled Kiyby's thoughts as he followed closely behind her. I sighed, turning instead to look at Kakara.
It hadn't pass by her that the ,also young, Bengal Tiger hadn't said much most of the journey. Even for the short time knowing the tiger it seemed a little different.
Nemo sighed again. 'It seemed I always get the weired ones...'
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