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Post by peanut4th on Mar 31, 2012 22:15:42 GMT -5
{This is Jane's den. If your character gets sick, or just wants a good talk, post here. If she's here, she'll get to you. If a cattail is outside her door, you might not want to go in, because it is on quarantine.}
Jane wandered back to her den, after dropping the water off in the center of camp. Well, all the water but on basket. Jane had carried a smaller basket with dandelions sprinkled on the surface for her own use. Dandelions, when allowed to soak into brews, made them taste much better. That, and it always made her think of springtime. Jane smiled, and lied down once more. She might get extra sleep! That would be nice. She fell asleep...
The wind... that wolf is the wind! The wind returns soon, little medicine wolf. I return soon. Prepare your pack. I will return soon...
Huh. What an odd dream...
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Post by portal on Jun 25, 2012 13:48:37 GMT -5
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"BOO!" Clay shouted. He tackled the small medicine-wolf, his big muscles gently taking hold of her. He let her go and lied on the ground, laughing. He sat up, his head turned to her eyes. "Something wrong, Jane?" he asked intently.
(sorry for the short post.)
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