**NO SOULS** Alpha Brute Mateless Beta Fae Matless

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Ice viciously rates at the Elk's throat,bleed seeping out.

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Dima watches somewhat enviously. "I have to watch Neal," she says, a bit sad that she can't join. She watches them, wondering what it was they had. Dima let out a small growl under her breath to herself, and turned to Neal. She grabbed him by his scruff, throwing him onto her back. She started running around the grounds. Neal loves this, the feel of wind in his face. He gives a puppy yowl, and perks his ears to Dima's soft melody that she started singing.

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Ice pulled chunks out of the elks neck,trying to bleed it to death.

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Dima sorts through her herbs, bored. Neal comes over and rummages through them, sticking his snout in. Dima pushes him away. If he were to eat some of those herbs, they could kill him. She howls, wondering how the hunt is doing. She sighs, and knows if there isn't a reply, they are still hunting. How long would this take?

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Ice backs down,after the elk had hit her in the ribs over three times.She stood panting before she rushed back in,trying to trip the elk.She dove under and at the same time the Elk was putting his foot down.A loud 'CRUNCH' echoed through the meadow and forest,Ice just laid there.Her breathing uneven.

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Dima perked her ears. She packed up all her supplies, putting them in the bag she had found abandoned in the forest. She picked it up in her mouth, racing towards the crunch. She stops when she sees Ice, and places her herbs down. Neal is about to see, but Dima quickly ushers him away, telling him to play with Surge or Kam. Dima asses her injuries, wondering how to approach them, as she unloads her herbs.

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Ice is making a strange whimpering noise from her neck,her ribs hurting her to greatly to come from her lungs directly.

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Dima sighs, grabbing some supplies. "Don't move," she orders. Not that it looks like she really can. She chews some Comfrey into a poultice, which will heal the bones quickly. She wraps her mid-section tightly in cobwebs. "Any other injuries?" she asks, concerned.

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Ice mumbles "Yeah...my pride." Ice's face is twisted up in pain.

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Dima rolls her eyes, packing her herbs back up. She trots back to camp, saying to Neal, "She's going to be okay. Don't worry." Neal nods, sitting up.