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A gray wolf sat erect as a tree staring at the place where the sun should have been rising. If only the clouds were not in the way. The wolf almost looked like a statue with his dusty gray pelt and icy blue gaze. His eyes turned to his left looking at the trail he’d just trotted from. Then the silvery wolf’s blue eyes traveled to the path opposite him; the path where he would be traveling in the near future.
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The male picked himself off the ground and shook the bits of dried grass off his gray fur. Then lifted his head and pushed off with his hind legs. The slow lope would bring the silver male farther north towards the mountain chain his blue orbs spied above him. It was there almost a year ago that he’d lost Narimé’s scent. “Though she’s likely no longer alive. I shouldn’t be searching for her anymore, so why do my travels keep bringing me to the foot of those mountains?” Tokino thought quietly as he loped along.
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“Perhaps my sanctuary, my eden, is in that place. In these mountains? Or beyond them? I’m not sure. I just know that I have to go there… Now that dad and the pack are gone. I have nowhere else to go but to where my heart desires.” He reasoned silently then took to a faster pace towards those dizzying cliffs that held the man’s icy gaze so violently. Surely there was a new life awaiting him in that place? There was plenty of wolf scent around. He wondered silently if any packs lived in these high mountains. It was certainly possible. "I'll just keep away from their borders, though I'm curious, if there are packs up there, then how do they survive those dizzying heights?" He looked up at the cliffs above him thoughtfully for a moment more until picking his way up the slope.