☃ 1st pawprint.

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[White Fang looked around and scented the air, for all appearances a large, lone gray wolf. There was no breeze at all, no movement nearby. Those strange smelling human children, that woman who acted nothing like a squaw... They must have brought him somewhere else. He found himself on a foreign surface, no texture beneath his paws, nothing at all like the Wild or the human camps and forts he'd experienced thus far.

He continued moving, alert for game - he'd need to eat soon. Although old enough to be confident, he was still afraid of the unknown, and remained cautious.]

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[And here is Ragnar, still twelve feet long from tail to head, sitting a short distance away and regarding the wolf with curiosity.]

You are not, I think, a fox. You are in fact much too large for that. Another wolf?

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[Instantly cautious, knowing there's no way he could take on a cat of Ragnar's size. Has fought lynxes before, and Ragnar smells similar.

Growls at him, fur prickling, and backs away a couple paces.]

[prince-stupid.livejournal.com]

[Blinks, and despite the sudden instinctual urge to take on this challenger to his territory, also backs away, laying down and resting his head on his paws.]

You have, I would say, nothing to fear from me.