<div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 24pt;">&gt;*&lt; Machamoti-Chi &gt;*&lt;</span></span></strong><br/><em><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">The Sunhome Sentinel</span></em><br/><em><span class="bbc_u">Location:</span></em> The Main Densite, Kiowa Pack Territory.<br/><em><span class="bbc_u">Company:</span></em> Juno. <br/><em><span class="bbc_u">Perimeter Sense:</span></em> Relic<br/><em><span class="bbc_u">Rank:</span></em> Warrior<br/><em><span class="bbc_u">Theme:</span></em>... </div><br/><br/><br/><strong> "No matter how the wind howls, the mountain cannot bow to it...</strong><br/><br/><br/><div align="center">(https://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLMe_JonTu0/TPfvLxcx02I/AAAAAAAAAJA/SyghujC7AIU/s1600/white-wolf-big%255B1%255D.jpg)</div><br/>The snowy white titan kept his distance with a calm and steady look about him. He seemed to appreciate the mundane , little things. Much like this walk towards the hunting grounds in the forest. The sun on his face. The breeze teasing his nostrils. All good, little things. So it took little to snap him out of his temporary daydream when his hunting compatriot mentioned "bar."<br/>"<strong>Mmmmm! Boar, y'say? That sounds m'ighty fine. M'ighty fine indeed, Miss Juno.</strong>" He would give a hearty smile of approval as he watched her duck under the fallen, moss-cloaked sentinel ahead.<br/>No sooner had the words left his mouth, had<strong>Relic</strong>joined them. Another beauty, by all brute accounts in the pack. Her tawny brown coat had become her trademark in the winter months. And her fellow trackers often teased how scrawny she had been in her youth. Nearly as much as<strong>Ku'Jin</strong>. And no one should be more scrawny than that black, fluffy ball of joy. Poor guy. And Macha had seen him eat! He could seriously put it away! So how did he and 'ol Reli here stay so skinny, yet still so fit? Sheesh...the troubles with being big. Not with mentioning; arguments persisted to this day if she or her mother held the title of fluffiest ears.<br/>"<strong>Stuck? Gnome, rest assured, I ain't gettin' stuck. Dontchu' worry nun, Miss Reli.</strong>" He confirmed good-naturedly, playfully swatting her direction with the enormous raccoon-duster of a tail he had.<br/>Thus, being too big to fit under, or too heavy to bound over...Machamoti just simply walked around. No need to strain himself unnecessarily...and lift the poor thing completely off the ground. Casually strolling around, seeing<strong>Juno</strong>clear off her pelt and resume her serious pose, he couldn't help but chuckle. She missed a spot. Seeing the small straggler shift from her crown down her muzzle gave him the impression that nature confirmed her fur coat may be too soft to simply let go.<br/>It settled politely on her nose, before Machamoti-Chi gave a powerful huff just strong enough to tilt the leaf off-kilter; causing it to slide off. "<strong>Missed won. No w'rries, I gotchyer back tho'.</strong>" another charming wink before taking a moment to confirm the familiar surroundings. "<strong>Either iz fine wit me, ladies. Its yer show.</strong><br/><br/>((Alrighty! I believe that is all for the hunting party! ;3 We can resume in the Forest thread next. Miss Del, it will be your turn to start us off. Post order will go: Del, Sweet, then some douche-canoe wiff the hick wolf. X3 ))<br/><br/>-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><div style="text-align: right;"><strong> ...so too must my heroism prevail, that I can disprove the evil in others.</strong></div>