*Wraithe froze, her eyes flicking over to the door. Every muscle in her body was tense, every sense on full alert. She scented the air, and groaned as she caught an all-too-familiar smell: frost, pine needles...and death. The oder of the Trackers.* "They're here, Jara." *She shivered.* "The Trackers are here." -- Fort Nightshade Message Board

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Date Posted: 14:53:51 07/03/04 Sat
Author: Wraithe Quicksilver
Subject: *Wraithe froze, her eyes flicking over to the door. Every muscle in her body was tense, every sense on full alert. She scented the air, and groaned as she caught an all-too-familiar smell: frost, pine needles...and death. The oder of the Trackers.* "They're here, Jara." *She shivered.* "The Trackers are here."
In reply to: Jara 's message, "*Jara looked around, the hair on her nape standing straight. Something was coming, she knew that. "Wraithe," she said, "Be alert."*" on 14:18:55 07/03/04 Sat

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*The leader of the Trackers looked around the doorframe, unseen by anyone. As he watched the two she-wolves, a flicker of what might have been sadness passed across his face. The Wraithe was a fine creature...he almost wished he didn't have to do this to her. Almost.* "Molan, take half of the group and cover any other exits. The rest of you will stay with me. We'll be moving in shortly." (NT) -- The Trackers, 16:51:24 07/03/04 Sat

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