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Crossing the Wolf: Chapter 1
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Tuesday, November 30, 2010. Rory and Kendal walked out of their village and into the forest under a clear blue sky, though the ground was still wet from the rain they had had the previous day. They would both prove themselves as hunters this day. They were both of fifteen winters and rapidly coming into manhood. It was the second part of a threefold test on their journeys into manhood. Badgers can get rather mean quite quickly, so he would have to dispatch the creature as soon as he came across it, or fi...
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Crossing the Wolf: November 2010
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Tuesday, November 30, 2010. Rory and Kendal walked out of their village and into the forest under a clear blue sky, though the ground was still wet from the rain they had had the previous day. They would both prove themselves as hunters this day. They were both of fifteen winters and rapidly coming into manhood. It was the second part of a threefold test on their journeys into manhood. Posted by Arlyn Henken. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Presbyterian Eye for the Christian Guy.or Gal.
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Crossing the Wolf: December 2010
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Saturday, December 4, 2010. It pained Arthur to see the boy in so much torment, but he also knew he had to allow this scene to play itself out, to allow the boy and his mother their time to grieve. Rory had been almost the last to know of his father’s passing and needed the time to allow all of what that meant to soak in as deeply as the rain into his drenched clothing. Posted by Arlyn Henken. 171; Older Posts. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Presbyterian Eye for the Christian Guy.or Gal.
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Crossing the Wolf: Chapter 2
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Saturday, December 4, 2010. Arthur McCreedy, undoubtedly the oldest member of the village, looked out the front window of his hovel. Across the road stood the young boy he knew to be Rory. He was not at all surprised to see Rory standing there completely oblivious to the rain that was soaking him through to the skin, for he knew the reason the boy stood, unmoving, barely ten strides away from his own front door. Rory stood there, soaking wet, tears rimming his bloodshot eyes, torn between the wants and d...