On the night of the full moon...

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Who: Taryn Shadow-Walker and Arthur Pendragon
What: "Border Dispute"
When: 6/5
Where: Northernmost border of Lerrian and Cerirwen
Warnings: none


Taryn waited at the border and leaned against the boulder that just happened to be resting on the border between Britain and the land of Luna's Call. It was possibly the most absurd reason to need leaders to handle directly, but it was the excuse Taryn and Arthur needed.

Tail waving lazily behind her, Taryn's ears perked up as she caught a familiar scent on the wind. Arthur would be there soon.

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Arthur ran like the wind. Without armor, he could easily outrun a horse, but the terrain was against him this time, which in turn forced him to regulate his speed quickly enough.

And where was Taryn? That little wolf was surely gaining terrain advantage or something.

Not that they were really competing. Laughing, Arthur sprinted around the trees, looking for her.

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As a wolf, she darted through the trees and moved almost silently through the brush. A silver-grey streak moving like a ghost... Arthur could catch glimpses of her as he ran. She was impressed with his speed; humans normally can't run that fast, but Arthur was special...

Leaping over a downed tree, Taryn drew abreast Arthur before pinning her ears back and putting on a burst of speed, bounding up the embankment.

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Wow, he was outclassed in the woods. Surely not on an open space, but that was little to not comforting at all.

"Wait up!", called Arthur as he accelerated, barely managing to get behind the wolf before finally tripping and rolling a good few meters over the grass.

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A couple seconds later, Taryn padded back over to Arthur, tail wagging a bit, and lowered her head to give him a nuzzle. She does put a paw on his chest as if claiming victory.

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"Okay, I get it." Admitting defeat, Arthur allowed himself to rise his hands and not only pat the wolf, but carefully feel the fur on her face and neck.

"Really nice fur."

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The wolf gives a happy chuff, enjoying the feel of his hands on her fur. Taryn really liked it.

She... she really needed to tell him.

Back off him, Taryn shifted back to her wolf-woman form. "I have something to tell you, Arthur. It's... I'm trusting you with the knowledge... But, I'm not a beastman. Not like I present myself as. I'm Garou. A werewolf."