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@Wolf, Nothing much has happened. Zepporah and Richard had just looked at Zepporahs horse, Kristof and Karson confronted Rom(A loner that had wandered into their territory) but Rom just pushed them aside and continued on. Kristof then accepted Emily into the pack as the healer.
@Everyone, I will be on a pause so if i do not respond in a bit it is because i am adding something new to the front page.)
Violet trotted through the forest muzzle facing the ground as she sniffed around a trail of a doe. Probally the last doe to be seen of the year, it seemed like it was getting colder everyday. A shiver ran down her spine at the thought of not seeing another deer anytime soon. She pricked her way forward slowly and carefully until the scent was strong and she could here rustling in the under growth. The white wolf inched her way closer until she could just make out the shape of the tawny colored doe that would soon become dinner for her pack. With a quick and strong leap she found her self ontop of the doe bringing it to the ground quickly. She gave it a swift bite to the neck to kill it. Proudly, Violet dragged it away from the busch she killed it by.
Destiny skirted the edge of the territory, she lowered her head to sniff the ground, searching for any sign of a demon, vampire or a loner. She tilted her head back as she caught a trace of a demon who seemed to have made a kill in their territory. She let o ut a howl then continued on the scent trail which led her to a tree. She clawed at the trunk of it anxiously, her claws split the wood into splinted as she pawed at it.
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