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Post by Maybe ♫ on Aug 5, 2008 22:35:42 GMT -5
The trees offered a shady solace, hiding the black wolfdog from the sun's harsh rays. He sat within the comfort of the forest, piercing golden eyes trained upon the herd of deer that grazed unknowingly in front of him. The beast could feel his tongue becoming wet with saliva, and he fought to keep himself from darting out of the undergrowth and throwing himself on top of an unsuspecting calf. He was not here for that. They had gone hunting yesterday, and there was still enough fresh-kill at camp to last a few more days.
What he was here for was something else. Something much more important. About a moon ago he had been given a trainee. Briar was her name, and today would be their first lesson. He had seen her around camp, but he had never really gotten to properly get to know the pup, so today he had planned an outing. He would teach Briar how to hunt deer.
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Post by Maybe ♫ on Aug 14, 2008 16:34:55 GMT -5
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