Tooth and Claw

The plan for a hunt caught Flare’s attention. He was itching to dig his claws into something. He offered to go, and when the howl came, he headed over to the border. He trotted along to where the cat and another wolf were already waiting. So far, he hadn’t mingled with the pack much. A bunch of cut-throats, the lot of them. Of course, that made them his people. But mingling wasn’t always wise, so he kept his distance. Waiting, and watching the pieces move.

He seated himself down, and waited to hear how the hunt would be organised, nodding his head to the cat in charge of it.


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