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Post by isnook2 on May 7, 2006 22:50:35 GMT -5
Priss breathed in deeply as the wind blew across the grass. With a hand on her wolf's head, she turned to look down at it and smiled.
"Let's see what you can do."
She picked up a nearby stick on the ground, waved it in front of Boirat's nose, then threw it some distance away.
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Post by Raining Despair on May 8, 2006 15:18:57 GMT -5
Boirat was busy knawing at the nearby grass. He seemed to like grass.
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Post by isnook2 on May 9, 2006 7:13:38 GMT -5
Priss raised a brow. No way... she couldn't have picked a wolf.. that liked grass?! Or was Boirat feeling ill? Animals sometimes ate grass when they were ill.
She bent down beside Boirat and rubbed the top of his head.
"Hey dude... what's wrong with you? Hmm?"
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Post by Raining Despair on May 9, 2006 15:00:47 GMT -5
Boriat rubbed his head against Priss affectionate. He seemed to like the feeling of it.
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Post by isnook2 on May 10, 2006 8:58:28 GMT -5
"OH man... you..." Priss murmured as she hugged his neck and the thick fur around his nape.
"Alright let's try this again..." She picked up another nearby stick, waved it in front of his nose, then tossed it.
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Post by Raining Despair on May 10, 2006 15:43:20 GMT -5
Boriat looked at the stick. He ran after it. ONce there, he picked it up.
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Post by isnook2 on May 14, 2006 1:11:14 GMT -5
"Come here Boirat! Come! Come!" Priss said, using on hand to make the motion to indicate he was to return to her with the stick.
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Post by Raining Despair on May 14, 2006 8:54:51 GMT -5
Boriat looked at her in confusion. What was he supposed to do? He sat down and stared at Priss.
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Post by isnook2 on May 15, 2006 23:17:24 GMT -5
Priss bent into a crouch, patting the ground beside her before making the 'come' motion again.
"Come Boirat. Come!" She repeated.
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Post by Raining Despair on May 16, 2006 15:22:01 GMT -5
Boirat looked at her again. He took a few steps towards Priss.
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Post by isnook2 on May 20, 2006 9:29:54 GMT -5
(Still sick, quick post. Stupid cough makes me breathless)
Priss nodded, "Come Boirat. Come!" She said eagerly in an encouraging voice.
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