Post by singatari on Sept 25, 2012 15:03:07 GMT -5
Singatari unwound herself between the boughs of a sycamore, sunning herself as she watched the scent line of her territory, rolled over on her back. Silent and unnoticed, nothing knew she was there. The soothingly perspiring afternoon light warmed her thick fur. She was beholden by the slightly warm autumn temperature. Although she was usually quite vexed, she managed to keep her worries at bay. Her eyes watchful along the border, her tongue lolling out without reluctance, her bushy tail swaying from side to side as it hung out between two limbs. A cool breeze combed through her black-and-gold-linen fur, and Singatari's jaws stretched wide in a silently bellowing yawn.
Singatari stayed at her position for around three hours. Her dry tongue tempted her, and she began to suggest going to the valley and fishing in the lake. Singatari rose up from her place inbetween the tree boughs and stretched with a yawn. The alpha leaped down on the ground, and shook out her fur. She walked over to the border and walked it's line, all the way to the place where she could enter the valley without entering another Pack's territory.
Singatari stayed at her position for around three hours. Her dry tongue tempted her, and she began to suggest going to the valley and fishing in the lake. Singatari rose up from her place inbetween the tree boughs and stretched with a yawn. The alpha leaped down on the ground, and shook out her fur. She walked over to the border and walked it's line, all the way to the place where she could enter the valley without entering another Pack's territory.
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