NO LAUGHING MATTER

What is in with this land, so deadly, but yet bringing of life and hope. Ulrike made his way across the land of Tortuga, nothing was different than the day before. Same duties were executed as they always had been, His ears soon picked up the call of Morphine, beckoning all to come for a meeting.

Ulrike shook his head and carried his frame across the land. The older brute, of age soon to be seven, carried onward to find himself coming upon the meeting area.He did not run, nor trot to get there, Ulrike walked at his own pace. He will attend, but at the pace it takes him to get there. He is no longer a young pup, but still young enough to take up his responsibility as the leader of the warriors of this pack.

His tail swayed gently as he came in to sight of Morphine. She was looking quite well. "Hello again, Morphine, you are looking quite well today." He said with a slight bow. Ulrike was respectful to those higher rank than him, but he will never go all out and be totally submissive.



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