03-25-2019, 11:43 PM
Chase ran and ran until she got a call. A cry, lost. A pup, a two-legged - lost. It wasn't hard to find the lost soul. Chase sent a message. I'm coming. She asked for a location. Showed the stars by night, the streams near by, the trees in the sky.
The pack was far off, the world was open and the two legs were becoming more and more around - specially the kin, the ones who came to them with golden eyes and their dreams.
Chase ran towards the lost one.
The pack was far off, the world was open and the two legs were becoming more and more around - specially the kin, the ones who came to them with golden eyes and their dreams.
Chase ran towards the lost one.
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