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female | chief | 6 years | bi | crush: open | tags: Akosua
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She was aware of someone approaching her and turned her head to see Akosua sidling up to the Chocolate Labrador. "Good afternoon, Akosua. This weather certainly is... something. Almost unbearable, wouldn't you think?" Kristine joked lightly, although it was true. As time passed, the weather seemed to be getting hotter and hotter. The sun almost always remained overhead, high in the sky. She watched the Canaan stretch and that reminded her to crane her neck from side to side. "Interesting that you can tell something's bothering me," Kristine teased with a smile, but after a moment it disappeared. She knew she needed to confide in someone other than her officers, who were beginning to agree with her but she didn't know their true opinions. Kristine simply hoped they would go along. "I suppose the heat is somewhat bothering me. In fact, it's a factor in my biggest problem. Tell me... hypothetically, how would you feel about the Roamers traveling through the island to find a new home?"
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male | trapper | 5 years | gay | crush: Riann | tags: Gunner, Flare
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He was watching Flare intently, looking for any sign of acknowledgment to the possible prey in the area. However, she simply shook her head. "Hmm, that's true. They're very loud this afternoon," Thomas noted and glanced up to the leaves of the jungle trees. He turned his head back to Flare at her added comment and laughed lightly. There were mosquitoes flitting around them, and he waved them off with a flick of his tail. "That's also very true, although I'm sure everyone would be a bit disappointed to see bugs."
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male | soldier | 4 years 6 months | demi-pan | crush: open | tags: Jessel
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He finally got fed up with sitting around and stood up from his position in the sand, shaking off his short pelt. It wasn't really his place as a soldier to worry about prey, but he headed over to the pile and studied it. There were only four or five scraps of prey left, and Atilla didn't know if the Trapper patrol would find more. He picked up a small bird and trotted into the nursery, intending to give it to Jessel. He figured that Milli was somewhat accounted for since she had Nixion at her side most of the time. Atilla dipped his head to Riann and headed over to the Finnish Spitz, dropping the bird at her paws. "Hi, Jessel. How are you? Are you feeling hot? Are you hungry at all? Can I give you this bird?"
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female | trapper trainee | 10 months | lesbian | crush: open | tags: Sybil
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She finally pushed herself out of her comfortable position, heading out of the Trainees' den and blinking in the harsh sunlight. Freya glanced around and saw that there were still plenty of dogs in the clearing. One of them was her trainer Sybil, and she padded over to him. "Hello, Sybil. How are you? Are we ready to train yet today?" She wagged her tail eagerly.