by Zeke » January 20th, 2009, 7:40 am
"Yeah, it is kind of a wierd feeling," Zeke said, quite a ways from Mila. He stayed as low as possible, for his dark coat would give him away instantly, even from a distance. The grass felt good on his paws in comparison to the hard, dry mud that covered the outlands. Zeke stuck his head low to the ground and spotted a trail. "Mila, this way," He whispered and started to follow the path through the brush.