Celebanca suddenly looked over to see Rulf-Armon flop onto his stomach. She suddenly tipped over, hit the ground and rolled onto her back, her legs sticking up into the air like an upturned table. With a contented sigh, the wolf fell asleep and had happy wolf dreams.
[ May 23, 2002: Message edited by: Manelwen ]
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