Sonnyn, a large white female wolf, comes over to her and kneels before her. "Who killed him, child? Where is your mother?" she asks softly, resting a paw on the child's shoulder. -- Silverotter Main MB

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Date Posted: 12:14:11 01/01/02 Tue
Author: Sonnyn Faerlain
Author Host/IP: h139-142-249-110.gtcust.grouptelecom.net / 139.142.249.110
Subject: Sonnyn, a large white female wolf, comes over to her and kneels before her. "Who killed him, child? Where is your mother?" she asks softly, resting a paw on the child's shoulder.
In reply to: Sorienn 's message, "A young female wolf with ash-brown fur, a white tummy and yellow eyes stumbles in, blood leaking from the corners of her mouth and nose" on 17:40:07 12/31/01 Mon

>Tears mingle with the blood and her lips are qivering
>with emotion.
>"Th-they k-k-killed D-D-Dad-Daddy!" She sits shakily
>in a chair and draws her knees up against her chest,
>wrapping her arms around them. She sniffles and
>hiccups vigorously.
>She looks to be about nine years old, and she is
>wearing nothing but tattered rags, and her ribs are
>visible through her soft, downy fur.
>"Daddy's d-dead..." she murmures absently, rocking
>back and forward.

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Shying from Sonnyn's touch, Sorienn takes a moment to answer. With a shaky voice, she whispers hoarsly, "The Crows Of Belgarashk..." -- Sorienn, 12:16:39 01/01/02 Tue