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Post by Lauren on Jul 4, 2007 9:34:01 GMT -5
Alpine trotted in, gray head raised against the slight breeze. He pricked his ears, looking around the wooded forest. He walked forward slowly, inhaling scents with his nose pressed against the ground. The territory was still empty. The gray dropped to his knees, rolling in the dirt at the base of a large willow. He rolled again in the opposite direction before climbing back to his feet, shaking himself off and flicking his tail. His scent was around and he bugled loudly. This was now his.
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