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Thursday, September 23, 2010


Two sets of amber eyes stared out of the shadows. Finna stepped back and looked toward Elena.
     "Don't worry Finna, they're friends of mine." Elena murmured some tonal sounds and the great eyes blinked. A moment later they had disappeared into the trees.
     "Did you just speak wolfish or something?"
     "I guess you could say that," Elena replied as though nothing special had happened.
Finna waited for more but her mother was already heading down the hill.

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