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Quote:Take me to the please where the white boys dance.

T'was the time for her to wait for the rabbit to scurry in her direction. A smile immediately grew across her muzzle as both her mate and the rabbit dared to dart towards her. She cut off the rabbits run by pouncing on it. It was theirs. She ended it's life, saying a blessing in her head. She was not, by any means, a religious wolf. However, she did feel the need to thank whatever powers might be up there for presenting them with food. Force of habit or a thought that crossed her mind every time she ate? Probably a mix of both. She grinned and said nothing as she looked to her mate.

Take me to the place where they run and play