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Posted: Wed May 27, 2020 11:31 am
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Anti had found himself, once again, in the mountains. Perhaps that was the closest to home he could find. Perhaps he was just likely to retrace the same routes and find himself among the stone and boulders. Whatever it was, Anti had returned to the Bluestone Mountains time and time again. He knew it like the back of his paw; knew the packs who remained within and the roads that were dangerous. Prey was easy to come by when you knew exactly where to find them. The mountains was the safest place for him, currently, and Anti felt relieved to wander his way back to them.
He also knew that sentiment wasn't always shared. Plenty of wolves found the mountains intimidating. He had made a habit of helping those lost souls when he could -- if it didn't go too out of his way. He had noted the scent for quite some time; it ambled about erratically and, in his impression, lost. Anti would be the first to admit he could be wrong, but it didn't strain him to push towards the smell.
He had nothing to do anyway.
He spotted her before she would him. 'Pretty,' he internally mused as he noted her coat. The large male settled on his haunches, attempting to make himself look smaller.
"Lost?" He finally called, voice deep and rumbling against his chest.
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