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Post by Skipper of Otters on Nov 8, 2005 8:33:54 GMT -5
A silver male wolf, bearing a black pup of 6 upon his shoulders strode into view from the shady forest. He knocked lightly on the gate thrice, then stood back.
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Post by Log-A-Log/Kaszar on Nov 8, 2005 12:47:41 GMT -5
Log-A-Log was on guard duty at the time and looked down to see the wolf.
"Ahoy there mate, what do you want a redwall?" he called
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Post by Skipper of Otters on Nov 8, 2005 21:44:15 GMT -5
((It's wolves, mate, wolves...>< Sorry 'bout that...))
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