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Subject: Re: [.silent.retreat.]

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Letha

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Date Posted: 07:59:36 11/29/02 Fri
In reply to: Chiji, Di, De, & Nik 's message, "[.silent.retreat.]" on 02:38:26 11/29/02 Fri

OOC: yeah, me knows n.n

A look was cast to the only remaining wolves, the two that had stood over their SwItCh so protectively when she had just as willfully tried to kill him. She didn't know what to think, feeling an oddness creep through the air as she watched the pair.
Blood was smeared across Letha's form, her own crimson weaving in and out of her pelt thanks to the ravens. SwItCh's covered her muzzle and still lingered in her mouth, down her throat, and even in the pit of her stomatch[sp?]. Still gazing to the other Balkar, she carefully licked SwItCh's blood from her maw, as if to say she regretted nothing. Little zings of delight made saliva form in her mouth, causing a dark little grin to mark the features of the killer, where ever she now slept in Letha's mind.
Now the question was what was it that she wasn't regretting? The young canine already gathered who the 'other side of the coin' had gone after. Having seen the crippled wolf in the snow, that much was clear. She knew what the other's work looked like, and SwItCh was a less severe case.
Amoment passed before she finally trotted through the scarlet slush and into the depths of the forest again. Off to aid her wounds in some dark place hidden from daylight when it appeared again and to get some much needed rest.

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