GET UP POTTER!

Recluse had spent a few days seeking out as much information as she could about what her father had left behind. Namely the bastards he's abandoned in his wake, it turned out only one of them was really around at this point. The little boy with the unkempt fur. The woman their father had fucked must have been a midget for how small the boy was.

Today she'd decided to finally act on her brewing hatred. She'd learned to pick up his scent, tracked it to a den near the edge of the evacuated pack lands. She'd waited for a momet until he'd crawled into the earth and then glided towards the den, she stood back from the mouth, over where she suspected the main chamber of the den to be, the girl bent into a bow, extending her paws so they'd grip the lip. Then she went to town, tearing at the earth and stomping her hind legs into the ground, trying to pound as much dirt as she could down on the boy while starting to push loose dirt into the mouth.

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