This is open to people who can reply in context and write well. Experienced writers preferred, please, but if you want to try, go ahead. If the story gets too far off track, I'll curb it back.
A song for Kjell:
It is a dark and stormy night. Wind lashes the upper branches of the trees and howls, creating a haunting atmosphere. Underneath the trees, the ground is covered with pine needles. A male wolf, a deep red, with a silver tipped tail and silver markings on his face and muzzle, as well as a dark gray underbelly, is running fast. He's wearing silver and black combat fatigues and carrying a sniper's rifle, the M107. He looks back over his shoulder, then resumes running, looking for something in the woods ahead. Behind him, the faint whine of jet motors can be heard. This is Storm, the Inquisition's primary fur hunter. The only fur ever to join the Inquisition, which is a human-run organization akin to the old Soviet KGB, Storm has he unique abilities to summon storms of any size, and generate lightning bolts, as well as a myriad of other abilities. The canine pulls off his helmet, and looks around. The Sentinel battlesuit fits his 5'11 frame perfectly, and he grins as he sees Kjell. The 5'10 red and silver wolf looks back and swears, running faster. Storm chases after him, the wind ruffling his white and gold fur...
Rawr!
-A furry German Shepherd sent this
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