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06-21-2014, 07:39 PM
(This post was last modified: 06-21-2014, 07:40 PM by Chrono I.)
The male hadn't been in thee pack for more than a week, he hadn't had time for anything. Setting up a den, meet fellow packmates, but he had been busy gather meat for himself. It was just a little after noon, it hadn't snowed pretty much all day but clouds still plagued the sky threatening to do so. There were only a couple inches on the ground, barely enough to get through the brutes toes. He walked through he forest, dragging a tiny deer by it's back leg. He was careful not to damage it too much, because he didn't feel like staring at brutally killed lunch. His ears were set low to his head, he wasn't expecting anyone to come and steal his food since this was pack territory after all. He walked deep into the forest, deeper than he had retrieved the deer from. There laid another tiny killed deer, he dropped his second kill on top of the first and walked around the two to lay down and rest. His eyes were slightly opened, the blood and violet orbs glowing through the slits. He wondered if any of the other Tortugan wolves would venture to the smell of a fresh kill, but he wasn't planning on sharing. Walk "Talk" Think |
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