She was successful in her first endeavor, reappearing with a mouse in her large jaws. It looked ridiculously tiny, but he supposed it would be a meal of fitting size for a bird tucked into an egg. She laid it on the rock and told him to guard it. Still silent he watched her, giving a nod, stepping closer to the rock. His muzzle pushed against the dead rodent - it was still warm. Then the wolf crept off again, and his ears pricked, wondering when - and with what - she would return.
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child of a different kind [ arathea/re ]
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09-19-2012, 04:33 AM
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