Glorious

The man stretched. It was an uncomfortable feeling, being pinned between so many packs and the ocean, but all the borders he had dared to sniff at smelled rather full and he never lingered long enough to run into any patrols. With the days growing shorter, and so many brats on the breeze, it was likely those that lived in packs would become rather protective of their resources. It did beg the question though, how was Barracuda going to spend the winter months? It wasn’t like he was particularly keen on braving another ocean crossing again. A yawn parted his jaws as he began to meander through the mangroves. He had to do something to pass the hours before Sedna came looking for someone to sleep under.

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