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Chame (that's CHAH-may, not Chaym!)

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Date Posted: 20:28:05 06/25/02 Tue

OOC: Yah, that URL up there - that's the picture of this character and I'm sticking it up there so I'll have it when I return to OH. *nodnod*
IC:

Brush crackles noisily with the passage of some strange creature, loud and uncaring as to who hears it or knows of its approach. The warm wind of summer whistles with a momentary arctic chill as it blows from the direction of the unseen intruder, then returning to its normal gentleness when a muttered curse erupts from the brush. The snapping of twigs and rustling of leaves grows louder, and a yelp follows the noise.

"I'm coming already, okay??"

The voice is young and male, exasperated by the call and impatient at being directed anywhere, but it holds a hint of curiosity as to what could be drawing him to this strange summerland. With a final crackle and snap, a cream-white wolf breaks through the last barrier of brush and into the clearing, glancing back with mild surprise at the wide trail he's made when there was apparently a more easier way just a few yards to the left of his trailblazing. His thick cream brush of a tail swishes once in dismissal and he turns his full attention to the two wolves in the glen.

"Which of you called me?"

His stance is the somewhat arrogant posture of adolescense, but dark-brown eyes in a black-white-brown mask hold more curiosity than aggression. His fur is thick and almost more yellow than white, a rich cream that seems made more for the chill of the north than for the semi-warmth of the summertime Deep Forest. His tail waves slightly, black-tipped ears pricked forward, head slightly cocked, seemingly ready for play or mischief more than a fight, although his arrogant tone might suggest otherwise.

"Well?" he demands, looking from WindChaser to Natil and then focusing on the elder wolf as if his answer is already found.

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