Post by Flamewolf on Jul 4, 2006 9:03:55 GMT -5
Tigerlily padded along, head held high and tail high. None were around; this was unclaimed territory. She raised her head and sniffed. She smelled no wolf. She sat down, raised her head to the sky and howled. It was a howl of claim. The long howl echoed, then died away. She lowered her head and set the borders. Once she was done, she came back, sat down. She waited for any to come, if they wanted to join the pack dubbed White Rain.
