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Post by νσι∂ on Oct 20, 2020 15:03:11 GMT -5
Peak that Scrapes Sky narrowed his eyes thoughtfully on the seemingly endless snowy mountains before him. His silver and black fur fluffed up against the blisteringly cold wind. The Tribe of Singing Cliffs, his family, had been destroyed. Only a few of them remained now. It was the middle of winter and they needed to survive. Which meant leaving their home, which had been taken by an avalanche, and find some place new to settle. Snow coated his pelt as he cast a cursory glance back at the remains of his tribe, huddled behind him. This would be a long, unforgiving journey. "Let's go," he called, his voice nearly whipped away by the wind.
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