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Post by shadefalcon on Feb 27, 2011 11:27:40 GMT -5
Sarika raised her muzzle from the river's swiftly flowing water. The coolness of it calmed her down and helped her to nearly forget all of the troubles of the harshness of the cold and snow. Closing her eyes, she hung onto the whisper of the wind and the burble of the water. She sighed heavily, knowing her duties as alpha were ever-present. She opened her eyes and let out a low howl, stalking towards her pack's domain. She was calling them to go on a group hunt. They needed food, and they needed to have strong bonds during this tough time. Hunting together was essential, she knew, to the success of the pack and now was the time to exercise that.
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Post by [B]llue on Mar 2, 2011 17:28:52 GMT -5
Malco opened his eyes. The cold air blasted onto his face. He stood and stretched. He had just walked out of the den when he heard his leader howl. He padded up to the meeting area to wait for his leader.
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