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Posted: Tue Apr 04, 2017 10:28 pm
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The brush was thick, the musk on the air faint, and the muskie, inquisitive. It was so early that the sun had not yet begun to dawn above the treetops, instead sending careful, arcing arrows of light through the trunks, practically sideways.
And the muskie, without any indication, made her decision. The vixen stood, and the vixen carefully stepped around the sleeping kin surrounding, walking towards the scent of the unfamiliar with quiet pads.
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Posted: Tue Apr 04, 2017 11:07 pm
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Sorrel was up, and fretting pretty badly. She'd not been able to track down a legendary to bless her clutch. Weeks of endless searching and not even a hint. And now it was nearly time to lay the sacs, so she'd had to return home, hoping the children would be healthy.
Hearing a rustling at the edge of her garden she walks over, alert for danger. She sees a strange dog of some kind, like a tall wolf. Sorrel stands and watches the wolf quietly for a few moments, then speaks, "Hello cutie. Come looking for a meal? The mice aren't for eating, but I've a bit of bun."
Moving slowly so she doesn't spook the wolf, she retrieves the mentioned morsel, setting it down between them and backing off. Sitting down, Sorrel looks around, not focusing too much on the wolf or the bit of meat. If this dog is andnytbing like her mom's pack, it won't like being watched.
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Posted: Tue Apr 04, 2017 11:12 pm
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Posted: Tue Apr 04, 2017 11:19 pm
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"Ahh you must belong to someone. Well, you're welcome to stay as long as you like." Sorrel says, adjusting to, mostly, mirror the wolf's pose. She adjusts slightly so she's not directly on her belly, she's very nearly ready to pop, and should be looking for a place to lay the sacs. Instead of fretting over them. What will be, will be. There's no changing it now.
Relaxed now, she yawns, without even thinking about it she'd let her breathing match the wolf's, and now she was nearly dozing.
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Posted: Wed Apr 05, 2017 1:17 pm
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Posted: Wed Apr 05, 2017 6:32 pm
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Posted: Thu Apr 06, 2017 4:58 pm
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