The Fuck Is This? The Fuck Is That?

Everyone was rather interested in the territory just a little to the North east of the Armada lately. He’d seen hunting parties heading out that way from the pack, and caught the scent of others as they passed near the border. Something interesting was going on, but no one wanted to tell him what it was.

So Citadel snuck out once more and made his way up into the further Northern territories. It was chilly, but he didn’t really mind it. When he arrived, he found a few other wolves who clearly were about to engage in a hunt. “Can I join? I’m a great hunter” The pup said in a soft voice to the one that seemed to be leading the hunt.


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