Monday, October 16 - Friday, November 03, 2006
The Tigress was walking through the jungle. She
froze. Her nose lifted higher, and then sniffed
again the air.
"Tis Bound-mate...." she whispered.
And so, she walked in the half-circular manner of
the tigers, moving to the right of the scent, and
returning. Intercepting the scent, and then moving
to the left of the scent trail, and then returning.
As the hunt progress, the Tigress sent her sounds
into the night. But there was only a distant reply.
The Bound-mate was never found.
(c) Copyright Caryn LeMur 2006
(C) Copyright 2006 Caryn LeMur
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