Exit Does Not Exist
05-02-2013, 12:59 PM
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Or so hideous He couldn't help force his scarred face into an semblance of a smile. she understood his words when he could barely understand hers. Truly she must have been a gifted pup. He turned to leave, satisfied by her answer, tracking the scent of a raccoon, quite common in these parts, and the perfect meal for a growing pup and a hungry male.
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He had been successful in his hunt, although it wasn't the raccoon he had scented. No this was something much better, a river otter, line with fat and silky fur. His fangs had already pierced the thick fur of the otter's pelt making it easier to tear into. He approached the den and slipped the meal under the roots. "Kangi." he croaked into the small haunt, his nearly blind eyes searching through the darkness for the ebony furred pup. The rain had stopped a while ago and the sun now shone brightly through the roots of the tree he had hidden her in. Speech |
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